Execution That Shocked the Entire Planet

On the huge, empty combat deck of the Dawn Warship, three massive openings suddenly appeared, and elevators from the lower level slowly rose through them.

Three solitary, arrow-shaped gun barrels slowly emerged. As they began to rotate, the three unusual turrets activated.

With just a visual estimate, everyone aboard the private spaceship could tell that the muzzles of those three long cannons were at least 600 millimeters in diameter—and exceptionally long.

As the three pitch-black muzzles aimed at them, Mu Fan's words arrived at just the right moment.

"So, please die."

The chilling killing intent and the tremor rising from his soul made Tang Nashiu's entire body shake uncontrollably.

Never before had he feared death as much as he did now. It was fear from mind to body, and he finally understood why all of this had happened.

While he had been careless, the other party had intercepted him in space and then presented him with an answer that should have been impossible.

Everything Mu Fan had said had already been recorded by the ship's equipment. Tang Nashiu stalled second by second, waiting for the Federation fleet to arrive.

He could not die. There were still so many things waiting for him, so many ambitions in his heart yet to be fulfilled.

"No, Mu Fan, I don't want to die. We can still talk this over."

"You can't kill me. I'm the Tang Family's Young Master. If you kill me, you definitely won't get away with it."

But Mu Fan did not answer. After bending slightly and straightening again, his jade-white face looked like the face of the Grim Reaper. All they could see were the silently rotating gun barrels.

At last, the three dark gun barrels aimed at them.

The sense of impending death instantly sent a chill down