The anti-gravity engine spewed out blue gas, the disc-shaped spaceship descended in altitude, and its landing gear slammed against the stone slab of the dedicated landing pad on Planet Yardrat.
The aircraft swayed slightly before coming to a complete stop.
The airtight hatch popped open a crack, the hydraulic rod hissed as it released air, and the metal gangway slammed to the ground along its rails.
Lemo unbuckled his safety buckle, adjusted his sidearm at his waist, and strode to the front.
Cheelai followed closely behind him, the soles of his boots clanging on the metal pedals.
Paragus pressed one hand against the old armor on his chest, urging Broly behind him to hurry up and catch up.
The four people walked down the gangway one after the other, and their pace slowed down as soon as their feet touched the ground of the tarmac.
A large group of indigenous people had already gathered around the perimeter of the helipad.
They were huddled together, whispering to each other.
There was none of the somber atmosphere one would expect from a legion base; not even a single guard with an energy gun could be seen.
Broly shrank behind Paragus, his broad shoulders tense, and he lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with the curious Yardratian around him.
Cheelai took a half step closer to Lemo, nudged Lemo's arm lightly with his elbow, and lowered his voice.
" Lemo, is the general really here? You haven't come to the wrong place, have you?"
Looking around, these big-headed residents didn't seem to have any fighting spirit at all. Any third-rate soldier could easily plow this place up. It didn't look like the headquarters of the legion's supreme commander at all.
Lemo tilted his head and patted the GPS device hanging on his chest.
"I'm a professional patrolman! Cheelai! According to the doctor's information, this is the Planet Yardrat! These are the Yardratian!"
Cheelai pursed his lips, his hand still firmly pressed against the holster.
Paragus listened to the murmurs of the two support soldiers in front of him, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
Are these two guys reliable or not?
Or should we just let Broly steal the spaceship and run away?
Just as Paragus's finger touched the remote control button, the Yardratian who were watching suddenly stopped talking.
The few Yardratian standing at the front exchanged signals and then retreated to the left and right.
The once crowded edge of the tarmac was instantly transformed into a straight passage more than three meters wide, stretching all the way to the front of the tall white domed building in the distance.
At the end of the passage, an elderly Yardratian stood with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly to the four of them, and turned to walk into the building.
Lemo and Cheelai exchanged a glance, their hearts leaping into their throats.
Paragus swallowed hard and reached out to tug at Broly, who was still in a daze.
None of the four people uttered a word, and they started walking forward, following the path cleared by the crowd.
The Yardratian on both sides stood quietly, without making a sound; the only sound on the entire helipad was the muffled thud of four pairs of military boots on the stone slabs.
Following the lead of the Yardratian, we walked through the long corridor and crossed an open arched doorway, where our view suddenly opened up.
This is an extremely spacious hall, with several thick stone pillars standing around it, and excellent natural lighting.
In the very center of the hall, a tall and imposing figure stood facing the main entrance.
As soon as Lemo and Cheelai stepped across the threshold, their breath caught in their throats.
Their legs were trembling, so they quickened their pace and stood side by side in the middle of the hall.
Turles looked at his two uneasy subordinates and nodded slightly.
Lemo and Cheelai shuddered, snapping their heels together and straightening their backs.
"It's my duty, General!"
The two shouted back in unison!
After shouting the slogan, Lemo and Cheelai very tactfully stepped to the sides respectively.
The open space in the center of the hall was completely cleared out.
Paragus and Broly were thus completely exposed to Turles.
Paragus was slightly taken aback.
That face!
It looks so familiar!
But Paragus had no time to reminisce at that moment.
Before Paragus could even gather his words and step forward to pay his respects, Turles had already strode past Paragus and stopped right in front of Broly.
It's quite big!
"You are Broly?"
Broly's shoulders jerked when his name was called. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Paragus, standing nearby, reacted swiftly, taking half a step forward, bending down, and lowering his head as much as possible.
"Yes! General! He is my son! Broly! We are Saiyan who were exiled by King Vegeta before the destruction of Planet Vegeta!"
Paragus seized the opportunity to play the victim, accusing King Vegeta of jealousy and injustice in the past, in an attempt to gain the sympathy and favor of Turles, who was also an "exile".
However, Turles didn't pay much attention to him.
All attention was focused on Broly.
The only sound in the empty hall was the clatter of military boots on the floor.
Broly's muscles tensed instantly, and he froze on the spot, unable to move.
He grew up on Planet Vampa and, apart from his own father Paragus, the only other living people he had ever seen were Lemo and Cheelai, two support soldiers. He had never experienced such scrutiny before.
Paragus also noticed this situation.
This time, he didn't speak up casually.
He knew the general was scrutinizing his son!
Will I be appreciated?
But what if the general thinks Broly is a blockhead and not up to the task?
Should we let Broly show off a few tricks?
He felt both nervous and expectant at that moment.
Turles stopped and stood back directly in front of Broly.
Turles lowered his hands from behind his back and exclaimed sincerely:
"It's hiding an astonishing power!"
Paragus, who had been debating whether to let his son show off his Power Level, suddenly perked up and straightened his hunched back.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent!
It seems he was overthinking it!
More importantly, since the general has given such a high evaluation, it means that Broly's value is secure!
Paragus, not wanting to miss this golden opportunity to claim credit, quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply again, and spoke loudly before the taciturn Broly could:
"Reporting to the General! Broly possessed formidable Power Level from birth! And I have been training him all these years!"
Paragus emphasized the word "exercise," raising his chin slightly.
When the general heavily relied on Broly, he couldn't possibly forget his father and unsung hero, could he?
Cheelai, who was standing nearby, pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:
"She shocks her son with a broken remote every day, and she calls that exercise? She's shameless."
Lemo quickly reached out and pulled Cheelai away, signaling her to say less.
Turles finally turned his head and looked at Paragus was beaming with pride.
"Really? What kind of exercise are you referring to?"
Seeing the general actively inquire about the details, Paragus became even more enthusiastic, puffing out his chest and gesturing with his hands:
"It's about regularly fighting with him and training him to dodge enemy attacks!"
"I see... But with your level of Power Level, it probably wouldn't be effective for training."
Lemo and Cheelai almost lost control of their expressions.
The general loves to speak the truth!
Paragus's smug expression froze, and he stammered an explanation:
"Huh? That should be... that's right..."