The Interstellar Trade Alliance was located at the heart of the Four-Sided Universe, a trading hub for almost every advanced civilization in the cosmos.
Before the Insect Race's warships could enter the star region, several strategic warships moved out to intercept them.
"The Golden Frog Trade Fleet has brought the Insect Race Overlord to meet the Trading Company's councilors."
A warship commander wearing a mirrored helmet appeared on the main screen. His voice sounded shrill. "The Interstellar Trade Alliance does not welcome the Insect Race. Leave immediately."
Zhang Fan sneered. "The last race that shut me out has long since turned to cosmic dust."
The warship commander was equally blunt. "This is the Interstellar Trade Alliance. The advanced civilizations of the entire universe are gathered here. The Trade Council jointly decided that you are not welcome."
Zhang Fan smiled at Boss Jin. "No wonder you wanted the Insect Race's army. It seems the people here think a little too highly of themselves."
Still, Zhang Fan was not reckless. After all, he had brought very few troops. If he caused an uproar here, he might truly end up at war with the entire universe.
The Insect Race fleet withdrew from the Interstellar Trade Alliance's star region, but Zhang Fan did not leave. Instead, he waited quietly near its outskirts.
The Insect Race's arrival had thrown the Interstellar Trade Council into heated arguments. Hundreds of councilors led by Geyamidos firmly opposed allowing the Insect Race into their trading territory.
The business faction led by Andre, however, found it unbelievable that they would bar a major race spanning three realms from entering the trade zone.
Andre declared indignantly, "We are businesspeople. We can keep the entire Interstellar Trade Alliance running precisely because we stay out of wars. Yet you would turn away the