Could this thing really still be alive?
Dianji Sha Maolian no longer cared about conserving energy. "Keep only the necessary amount. Fire everything else at it."
The so-called necessary energy was enough to jump to the next planet where they could recharge.
The nearest was undoubtedly Sovereign, also known as Sovereign. To be honest, neither the pilot nor any of the other interstellar hunters wanted to deal with that bunch of pretentious bastards who looked down their noses at everyone.
And the Sovereign would definitely not welcome interstellar hunters.
When the pilot hesitated, Dianji Sha Maolian assumed he was defying his orders. What did a newly installed usurper fear most?
He feared someone challenging his authority.
So he immediately drew his gun and aimed it at the back of the pilot's head.
He did not fire at once because he was afraid his aim would be off and he would hit the ship's control system.
The pilot was also one of those dissatisfied with Yondu. With a gun pointed at him, all his objections vanished.
"You're the boss. Do whatever you want."
Dianji Sha Maolian was immensely pleased, but he failed to notice the displeased expressions of the companions who had just "supported" his rise to power.
His position was not even secure yet, and he was already throwing his weight around. Even Yondu's favoritism had been better than this.
Those who gained power rashly often lost themselves more easily.
Under Dianji Sha Maolian's pressure, the second wave of main-cannon and secondary-cannon fire rained down, far fiercer than the first, directly reducing the ship's energy reserves below twenty percent. That was a dangerously low level.
If they encountered enemies in space, it meant they would not have enough firepower to fight back or enough energy to defend themselves.
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