Your Ass Is in for an Eye-Opening Experience

If I could travel back in time, I'd give my three-minutes-ago self a good slap.

Cornered, Trazyn could only think that. Even after observing him for all these years, he hadn't expected Hogg to be so shameless. They'd only just formed an alliance, and already he was eyeing Trazyn's vault.

Wasn't the boss supposed to hand out benefits to his underlings? How come this bastard was demanding tribute the moment he showed up?

Hogg's intentions were plain for all to see!

If he let these Cloaked Cockroaches into his vault, it'd be like leading mice into a rice bin. They might even carry off the floorboards.

At the thought, Trazyn suddenly had a bad feeling. He remembered that back in ancient Terra, some human had sworn an oath by a river, then sent someone to stab his ally in the street.

"Fine, I'll give you something! They're just a few collectibles, right? I may not have much else, but I've got money."

While Trazyn put on a righteous front, he hurriedly controlled a duplicate behind the scenes to move his collection. He absolutely couldn't let Hogg get his hands on the museum and sweep everything inside into one big haul.

To make things look a little more official, Hogg led everyone into a private chamber and pointed at the wall covered in Legion banners.

"See that? The Second Imperium is full of talent. The Imperium of Man is all our people. Stick with me, and you won't lose out. You'll save yourself hundreds of years of detours!"

"Boss, the Second Imperium's been gone for ages. And you founded the Fourth Imperium. What's that got to do with you?"

No wonder Curze got beaten up. That idiot had no sense of the situation and immediately embarrassed Hogg. What did he mean,