A bustling commercial planet, with a top-floor panoramic view penthouse.
Frieza leaned lazily against the specially designed floating seat, his slender fingers elegantly holding the stem of a wine glass and gently swirling it.
The crimson wine in the glass reflected the dazzling night view outside the window.
An accompanying subordinate was bowing respectfully as he reported, his words filled with praise for how "grateful" the people of this planet were.
Frieza listened, a satisfied smile unconsciously curving his lips.
This kind of incognito visit, witnessing firsthand how one's fame has spread far and wide, and how one is revered by the masses, is indeed a delightful experience.
He enjoyed the feeling.
Just then...
The room's automatic door was violently pushed open, making an inappropriate noise.
Zarbon strode in, his usually elegant face now etched with solemnity.
Frieza stopped swirling his wine glass.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Zarbon's tense expression, the pleasant atmosphere was interrupted, and a hint of displeasure quietly emerged.
Zarbon strode to Frieza's side, and before he could even bow, he lowered his voice and reported at lightning speed.
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
"A riot has broken out at the Galactic Patrol's highest prison! All the serious offenders in there have escaped!"
Upon hearing this, Frieza gracefully brought the wine glass to her lips and took a small sip.
He let out a very soft chuckle, his tone completely devoid of emotion.
"Oh?"
" The Galactic Patrol... has escaped again..."
His tail, which was resting on the side of the hovering seat, flicked gently, seemingly bored.
"I said... doesn't Turles often deal with those incompetent guys?"
Frieza's tone was filled with a deep-seated contempt and mockery towards the Galactic Patrol.
"From now on, we might as well just send those disobedient troublemakers directly to our Frieza Force..."
"It will also save them from causing us trouble every few days."
After making a couple of casual remarks, Frieza slowly turned his gaze to Zarbon.
" Turles... what did they say over there?"
Zarbon's body tensed instinctively, and he immediately stood at attention, answering solemnly.
"Reporting to Your Majesty! The General has immediately mobilized all the elite forces of the Sixth Branch, in conjunction with the Red Ribbon Army Security Group, to launch a space-wide manhunt!"
"There's really no other way..."
After listening, Frieza slightly curled the corners of his mouth and let out a sigh that was hard to decipher.
He placed the wine glass on the floating tray beside him and stretched lazily.
"That guy has too many excellent warriors under his command."
"In comparison, the soldiers at our headquarters... seem far too mediocre..."
A fine sheen of sweat began to appear on Zarbon's forehead.
The king's seemingly helpless sigh seemed to conceal a subtle bitterness.
After careful consideration, he bowed respectfully to offer his reminder.
"Your Majesty, headquarters recently also transferred several elite units of the latest androids from the General's Sixth Branch..."
"Oh?"
Frieza tilted his head slightly, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his deep red pupils.
Is that so?
The curve of his lips deepened.
The languid and comfortable atmosphere around them was instantly replaced by a suffocating chill.
The air seemed to freeze.
Frieza picked up his glass again, tilted his head back, and drank the remaining crimson liquid in one gulp.
He set down the empty glass with a soft thud.
"Since that's the case..."
"Then we'll provide some necessary protection for those lovely people..."
"There is no reason for anyone to be absent from the face of evil..."
Frieza stood up and slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city below.
His tail swayed happily behind him.
"Never let those... trash that escaped from the landfill..."
"You've frightened my dear people!"
A murderous aura spread out.
"I... I understand, Your Majesty!"
Zarbon seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, burying his head deeply.
Zarbon and the other reporters respectfully withdrew.
The spacious rooftop observation deck instantly returned to absolute silence.
Frieza was left alone.
He leaned lazily against the specially designed floating seat, his scarlet eyes slightly narrowed, looking down at the dazzling starry river outside the window, formed by countless lights.
The people's reverence and the planet's prosperity are all within sight.
Frieza gently swirled the wine in his glass, the crimson liquid rippling and reflecting the extremely pleased smile on his lips.
" Frieza Force..."
He murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Perhaps... it's time to change to a more fitting name."
His eyes, at that moment, became extremely ambitious.
"I, Frieza, will become... the real one!"
"Emperor of the Universe!"
"Oh ho ho ho ho..."
Sharp, triumphant laughter echoed endlessly in the spacious, luxurious top-floor space.
This is the position he deserves.
This is everything he should enjoy.
Before meeting Turles, he was simply indulging in all sorts of carefree pleasures!
Just as the laughter reached its peak...
Frieza, with his eyes narrowed, keenly caught a discordant noise.
At the edge of the night view, several huge flames shot into the sky from the once bright and tranquil commercial district!
"Boom!"
"Um?"
Frieza's laughter stopped abruptly.
His brows furrowed tightly; his pleasant mood had been abruptly interrupted, and a trace of extreme displeasure quickly surfaced on his pale face.
Before he could even take any action...
"Bang!"
The automatic door to the room was forced open from the outside by a brute force, slamming against the wall with a piercing bang.
Dodoria was covered in sweat and looked extremely flustered.
"Your Majesty! There are... there are intruders!"
In an instant, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.
Frieza turned his head slightly, his voice icy.
"Are they the guys who escaped from the Galactic Patrol Organization's cage?"
"Yes... yes!"
Dodoria nodded repeatedly, not daring to even breathe under that cold gaze.
"What a stupid piece of trash..."
A blinding purple light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Two extremely sharp Death Beam shot out from his eyes in an instant!
There was not a sound.
A huge circular cut has been forcibly cut into the transparent, special blast-proof window in front of them, which is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of the main cannon of an interstellar warship!
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
"Call--!"
A fierce gust of wind from high above rushed in through the gap, causing Frieza's cloak, a symbol of his status, to flutter wildly behind him!
Frieza directly controlled the hovering seat beneath him, passing right through the circular opening.
In the darkness, he transformed into a streak of purple-white light.
In the blink of an eye, they had traversed half the city.
It landed directly in the center of the chaotic street, which had been turned into a sea of fire, filled with screams and explosions.