"Lord Vader, I think we can still discuss the deal."
He panicked. After seeing his guards get crushed with ease, the big bug finally remembered how terrifying a Jedi could be.
"Discuss?"
Anakin held the Lightsaber in one hand, raised the other, and clenched his fist, activating his favorite skill—Force Choke.
That obese body weighed at least three to five hundred kilograms, yet it was lifted into the air as if pulled up by an invisible noose. Jabba, struggling to breathe, immediately stuck out his tongue and twisted desperately.
But a Hutt was merely an alien bug. He had no way to resist The Force.
"You made a mistake, Jabba. I may be Anakin, but I'm not the same person I was before. Now I do things the Sith way, which means testing our strength before negotiations. Clearly, you can't resist my authority, so what are you going to use to negotiate with me?!"
Although the helmet and mask hid Darth Vader's expression, Jabba could still feel the darkness of the Milky Way Galaxy surging toward him. He even began to hallucinate, seeing little Anakin grinning hideously at him.
"I—I'll tell you everything I know! Please, spare me! I can't breathe!"
When humans were caught in a Force Choke, their faces turned red, whereas Hutt tended to fade in color instead. It was rather interesting.
"Hss—huff. Hss... huff."
Darth Vader seemed to be thinking. His breathing echoed from inside the armor. Perhaps it was the Force Choke, or perhaps it was his homeworld, Tatooine, but both had reminded him of the past.
However, just as Jabba was about to suffocate and lose consciousness, Darth Vader lowered his hand, and the fat bug's body crashed onto the bed.
"Looks like you've figured it out. Not every kind of money is worth