Kadaru's urgency faded by more than half after hearing that well-reasoned analysis.
Especially when he saw the battleship already approaching the shore, he did not dare dwell on it further and hurriedly shouted, "Prepare to welcome Lord Charlos. He is an important figure responsible for supervising the escort of this Heavenly Tribute."
"Until he leaves safely, we must remain on the highest alert. If Lord Charlos is startled or feels even the slightest displeasure due to any negligence, it will be a dead end for us."
"Not only will we be executed, but everyone present will be implicated. If it comes to that, I hope you will choose to end your own lives, lest even your families be dragged into it."
The Marines present immediately turned ashen.
Especially upon hearing that final sentence, many felt a chill run down their spines and could not help shuddering.
Even if they were not members of Marine Headquarters, anyone who knew the Celestial Dragons' status and methods understood that Kadaru had already put it very mildly.
If anything was handled even slightly improperly or inadequately, they likely would not even have the chance to commit suicide. They would be turned directly into slaves and subjected to endless abuse.
"Kadaru, enough. Charlos has appeared," Chaton suddenly said.
Kadaru's nerves instantly tightened, and he hurriedly looked up.
The first thing that entered his sight was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in something like a spacesuit with a glass helmet over his head.
With a glob of snot hanging from his nose, he looked around everywhere, giving off the impression of a curious child.
Following behind him were three or four female slaves, most of their bodies bare and covered in bruises.
Iron collars were locked around their necks, and they crawled forward