(Extra chapter in thanks for Peter Griffin, Son of Round Clam's reward, 10/50)
"Holy crap!!!"
The Traffic Light Trio spun around in panic.
"Boss! That's the Little Sun! You blew his head apart—when he wakes up, he'll definitely come looking for trouble with you!
After all that work, not only do we get nothing out of it, we've stirred up a whole mess. Boss, you were too reckless!"
Li Qinwu shook the glass shards from his hand, pulled out a Green Needle from his pocket, and injected it into the chubby man on the ground.
"Don't worry. I moved fast enough that he might not have seen clearly.
Fat guys are always easygoing after they've eaten their fill. Relax, he won't hold it against us.
Also, go find the Tech-Priests. Keep him drugged and throw him into a hibernation pod. Let him sleep for two months so this bastard stops tormenting you!"
The Traffic Light Trio exchanged looks. They did not want to keep suffering the Little Sun's humiliation either, so they simply went along with Li Qinwu's idea and knocked the guy out.
And so, the Solar Lord's youngest son was sedated by several Tech-Priests and sent into a hibernation pod, where he slept for more than two months.
Li Qinwu planned to deliver him, hibernation pod and all, to his father once they reached Terra, exchange him for some benefits, and leave.
After that, he continued handling internal affairs. He went to the warship factory, found the Iron Skull Archmagos, and asked how the new armor design for the Fleet Iron Guard was coming along.
Although the Iron Skull Archmagos had previously been Li Qinwu's enemy, his life was now in Li Qinwu's hands, and he had lost his position as Archmagos of the Industrial World. He had