As an imperial court's aging chief steward, he had roamed the stars in his youth and seen many Space Marauders.
When hired, those people were mercenaries. When they were about to starve, they became space pirates. The two before him were dressed like Marauders, but he had never seen anyone rob people of the soles of their feet.
Robbing supplies or money, even abducting people to sell as slaves—those things were useful.
But soles...
Could something like that be robbed? Were they going to skin the soles off with knives and take them back to cook?
Just thinking about it made the Old Steward shudder.
Meanwhile, Su Ming and Gin, both wearing black cloth masks, were laughing wildly inside. Watching the Aliens split into two groups with utterly baffled expressions, seeing the panic and terror in their eyes—it was simply too amusing. When playing space cowboys, robbery was clearly an essential game.
As for why these people did not resist? They had to dare first.
The moment Su Ming jumped out of the grass, he locked the guards carrying weapons with his killing intent. They immediately trembled like mice being watched by snakes.
Despite its blood-and-iron-sounding name, the Spartacus Empire was actually famous for its beautiful scenery and diverse, lovely wildlife. The main pillar of its economy was tourism in the Milky Way Galaxy, with a highly developed food industry as a bonus.
This tiny empire had only one planet. It was both their homeworld and their Resource Planet, yet it had developed surprisingly well.
There were people in the universe who wandered year-round, traveling aimlessly from place to place. Whenever they encountered a planet with life, they would go down to take a look and interact with the natives. Their mindset was probably much the same as Su Ming's