Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 641 Betrayal

Kane and the other soldiers present listened silently, not daring to look at the two of them, for fear of accidentally bursting out laughing.

They knew their superior/father had a strong personality, but when did their acting skills evolve to be so amazing? This whole performance was absolutely Oscar-worthy!

Yves's face turned green. He never expected Seifer to be so pragmatic, so... "mercenary." How could he speak of such a vulgar topic as money so frankly and so confidently?

Are the Seifert family short of money? Are they on the verge of bankruptcy?

“Aren’t you asking for a bit too much?” Yves squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

Although he was rich, he couldn't compete with the sheer number of soldiers! At 500,000 per soldier, 27 soldiers would amount to 13.5 million, and adding himself, that's over 15 million!

Giving him this money is like tearing a piece of flesh off his body.

Yves had to patiently negotiate with the other party.

Sifus asked with a surprised look, "You can't even come up with this much money? How does Theodore raise his children? Even though there's a saying 'raise sons frugally and daughters lavishly,' he shouldn't be this 'poor,' right? Can't he afford to be happy?"

Yves's face looked like a spilled palette of colors.

What should he say? One side of the scale holds "dignity," the other "money." Either way, the outcome seems rather disgusting.

"Will you let us go after we pay?"

"of course."

How can I trust you?

"You have no choice but to believe."

“I can agree to your conditions. But I hope both sides can compromise. Half of the ransom will be paid upfront, we will take the raw materials, and two hostages will accompany us until our starship is a hundred million light-years away. The hostages will be released then, and the remaining amount will be paid in full. I hope you can understand my concerns,” Yves said sincerely.

Sifus wasn't buying it at all. He said coldly, "I think you haven't figured out the situation yet."

You have no right to bargain with me.

“I still have several hundred indigenous people under my control. As long as they keep multiplying, a new ethnic group will emerge after two generations.”

"And those you captured are just a minority. It's better if they're alive, but it's not such a big loss if they die. If their lives could be exchanged for a future presidential candidate for the Federation—"

"That's a huge profit."

What do you think?

Sifus's tone grew increasingly dangerous, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

Yves' Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed involuntarily. The space suddenly felt incredibly dangerous. It was as if these people would pull out their guns and riddle him with bullets at any moment.

He could sense that Seifert wasn't joking; he genuinely wanted him dead.

Yves took a step back, but unexpectedly his knees buckled and he almost knelt on the ground.

Kane took two steps to his side, grabbed his arm and pulled him up, while whispering a threat in his ear: "Hurry up and choose, my father has a short temper, and when he gets angry, no one can stop him from doing what he wants..."

Yves' lips were pale, and his voice was weak as he said, "I agree to your terms..."

"But I can't guarantee that those mercenaries will obey."

“That’s not within my consideration. You came here on behalf of everyone, didn’t you? If these workers die, then our agreement will be null and void.”

Yves gritted his teeth, feeling both frustrated and powerless.

This was his first direct confrontation with Siforth. He never expected it to end so decisively. His self-proclaimed "cleverness" was utterly meaningless in the face of his opponent.

He had never suffered such a blow in his life.

"Look! It's coming down!"

As soon as Yves returned to the ground, the mercenaries anxiously asked him questions.

"How did the talks go?"

"What did they say?"

Yves looked troubled and said with difficulty, "They said they could let us go, but we would have to pay for the raw materials, 50 star coins per plant."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd stirred and began to curse loudly.

"Damn it! Are they robbers or am I the robber?! 500,000 for one plant... Bah!"

"Who does he think he is! Unclaimed property, why should he take money from it!"

"You dare tell him to come down here! I'm going to tear his mouth apart!"

Yves inwardly scoffed at the ignorance of these fools, but outwardly said helplessly, "I suggest you keep your voices down; they're pointing cannons at us."

"Now we're under their roof, we have no choice but to bow our heads. 50 star coins is the result I got after negotiating, it's still too high. But judging from their attitude, it seems there's still room for negotiation."

"Doesn't he care at all about the lives of these hostages?" someone asked doubtfully.

“Of course we care! How could we not care? If it weren’t for these hostages, we would have just shot them all. Why would we have waited for you to pay? The other side said they wanted to keep these natives to generate long-term value for them, so we can’t kill them.” Yves also looked indignant.

"Damn it! How can he have it all?!"

"unacceptable!"

……

Yves pressed his palm down, reassuringly saying, "He gave us half an hour to consider. I'll talk to him again when we go up later."

"There's still time, everyone relax a bit and recharge."

“We’ll take turns guarding the hostages. My brothers and I will go first. You can relieve us when you’ve rested.”

No one thought much of it. They had been working through the night, not daring to waste any time, and were now hungry and tired, and couldn't hold on any longer.

Hearing Yves say this, they didn't stand on ceremony. They put away the bombs, gathered the hostages together, sat down back-to-back with their legs crossed, and took out drinking water and nutrient solutions to drink.

Yves put his hands behind his back and made a gesture.

The team members were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, silently raising their guns...

With a soft "poof," a mercenary's head was pierced by a laser, and water from his canteen spilled all over the ground.

The mercenaries never expected that their comrades, who were on the same side just a moment ago, would suddenly turn against them and kill their own people.

Most of them collapsed to the ground before they even realized what was happening, and some even died with a calm expression on their faces.

The people of Guder were stunned. When they came to their senses, a look of satisfaction spread across their faces. Although they didn't understand why these people had started killing each other, they thought it was good that they were dead, good riddance. It would be best if they fought to the very end, leaving not a single one alive. A bunch of beasts…

No matter how much of an advantage they had, the mercenary camp was still outnumbered, and Yves and his men couldn't wipe them all out immediately.

The remaining group began to flee in panic, only to be finished off one by one by the Black Knight and the weapon crew of the starship.

Except for one person—the mercenary leader who initially had a brief "cooperation" with Yves.

His early life was quite varied; he participated in battles on many planets, working for forces that lacked manpower or needed to shirk "post-war responsibility." This included the Federation.

So he recognized Yves's gesture as soon as he saw it.