On Greymark Star, where forces from all sides mingled, the appearance of a fully armed troop was hardly conspicuous. As for the pure-white warship, aside from making passersby glance at it twice, there was nothing particularly unusual about it.
A ship with this kind of paint job was extremely easy to spot in space. Perhaps its owner was simply too unconventional.
But this dispersed troop was rather interesting. A cursory look was enough to tell that the savage aura these people exuded was not something ordinary soldiers possessed.
That made the puzzling parts easier to understand. Some great family had brought its private forces to Greymark Star to handle business.
As for what business?
What did it have to do with them?
They only cared whether they could land some lucrative orders and hand out more Star Coins to their brothers.
"Maintain strict security! No one is to approach our clan's warship! Anyone who ignores a warning will be shot on the spot!"
An elderly man with white hair and beard stepped down and issued the warning to the troops. The proud-faced warriors answered in a cold shout, "Understood!"
The elder nodded in satisfaction. He lifted his gaze toward the bustling, prosperous commercial district in the distance beyond the mountain, a faint disdain flashing through his eyes, then turned to look at the several middle-aged men who had followed him.
Upon closer inspection, whether they were the soldiers, the elder, or the middle-aged men, all of them possessed exceptionally spirited and handsome features.
From their physiques and facial features to their inner bearing, they were all strikingly distinguished.
"We came here today to handle serious business. The family has prepared for this day for a hundred years. Whoever delays the family's grandest ceremony, do not blame this old man for