So They're the Forced Seppuku Clan

Come.

They recounted the entire cause and course of events exactly as they had happened, but... left out the part where they had been controlled by Cong Yu.

One of the guards wore a face full of apology. "Manager... because of our arrogance and ignorance, a distinguished guest received unfair treatment."

The other guard, a woman, was equally serious. "We have now realized our mistake. We are truly very sorry."

Their words carried obvious sincerity, and their attitudes were completely different from before... which was only natural.

The alien the two called manager hesitated. His gaze swept across Cong Yu's group as though assessing something.

The strange thing was...

He had known those two guys for a long time... and had disciplined them several times, yet they never changed.

Why had their attitudes suddenly shifted?

Though the manager had his suspicions, he ultimately said nothing. After looking over Cong Yu's group's attire, his gaze paused on Alya, and he understood at once.

Though he still did not fully understand, those two had probably run into someone formidable and been beaten stupid... or had no choice but to behave respectfully to save their lives.

With that thought, the manager began warmly receiving Cong Yu's group. "Honored guests, I am the manager of this Interstellar Glory branch. I deeply apologize for the unpleasantness just now."

"Do you have a reservation? Or is there a particular spacecraft you have your eye on?"

In response, Cong Yu simply showed the reservation information on his terminal. "We have a reservation... but no particular spacecraft in mind."

A manager was indeed a manager. He had a fine attitude and quickly got down to business. "Then what kind of positioning do you want for your spacecraft? May I ask about your budget?"

"..." Cong Yu hesitated, then