"That has nothing to do with me. That's for you to consider. If you can't even handle something this simple, then your life has no value. I might as well kill you outright!"
With that, Ye Feng's Kusanagi Sword suddenly appeared, its tip pressed against the administrator's throat, seemingly ready to pierce it the next second.
The administrator went rigid with fright, a bead of cold sweat sliding down before he realized it.
"Ah... please hold your hand, my lord! I have a way! Leave this to me. Even if I have to brave fire and boiling water, I'll handle it perfectly for you, and keep the higher-ups from blaming me."
Seeing the administrator's solemn assurances, Ye Feng slowly withdrew the Kusanagi Sword and continued with an indifferent expression:
"I won't make things difficult for you. Those who are supposed to mine can keep mining, but you mustn't skimp on their allotted rest, food, or clothing. At the very least, make sure they have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear."
Hearing Ye Feng's demands, the administrator looked delighted and immediately agreed:
"Yes, yes! I'll make the changes right away. I certainly won't let them go short of food or clothing."
Seeing the administrator agree, Ye Feng deliberately sighed.
"Ah... I have old ties with the beings on this planet. Naturally, I can't watch them suffer here. All I can do is improve their living conditions a little."
Hearing this, the administrator immediately began flattering him:
"My lord, you are magnanimous and benevolent. These beings are fortunate to have a connection with you!"
Feeling that he had done just about enough and that it was time to ask about his actual business, Ye Feng said:
"All right, I won't say anything more about that. Are there any idle spaceships