In the distant headquarters of the Sand Eagle, Grek closed the virtual screen in front of him with a gloomy expression and ended his communication with Kansas.

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his hand and heavily slapped down, forcefully smashing the chair under his butt into pieces.

Although he had lost the support of his butt, he still maintained his sitting posture and hung in the air.

The two guards outside the door rushed in when they heard the voice. They looked at the situation inside and then at Grek’s expression. Without asking anything, they immediately retreated.

They knew that they could not stay here at such a time, let alone ask why their leader was so angry.

The last guy who spoke so much had probably already rotted away.

After the door closed again, Grek narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to stare out the window. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly took a deep breath. His expression changed a few times and quickly calmed down. He even smiled.

Kansas was right. Who would have thought that those Rand Clansmen could actually invite a damned Star-Grade Martial Artist to help?

In front of a Star-Grade Martial Artist as powerful as a god, not to mention Kansas and the fleet he led, even if he personally went and brought all the strength of the entire Sand Eagle, what could he do?

Grek patted his face and checked himself in the mirror beside him. He tidied his appearance and expression and walked out of his personal room. He waved away the guard’s following and walked around a few times before arriving at the secret room again.

In fact, Grek did not like this room very much.

The existence of this room seemed to continuously remind Grek that he was not the Sand Eagle leader who was extremely glorious in the eyes of outsiders and had extremely powerful strength in his palm. He was actually a shameful dog with a dog leash. In fact, he did not have his own freedom.

However, there was nothing Grek could do.

Although his ability to develop the Sand Eagle to this extent in a short period of time was a large part of the reason, the other spiral arm was also important.

Most importantly, he could not resist a Supremacy at all.

In front of a Star-Grade Martial Artist, no matter how high his status was, it was meaningless. If a Supremacy wanted his life, he could not resist at all.

“Heh, now that we’ve also encountered a Star-Grade Martial Artist as an enemy, invincible Supremacy, what do you plan to do?”

Grek sneered in his mind. On his face, he still put on a respectful and humble expression. He also clearly felt vexed and apologetic for failing the mission. He used the technology-filled device in the middle of the room to send a communication request.

This time, the Supremacy seemed to be beside the communication device opposite him and quickly picked up the call.

As soon as he saw the figure of the Supremacy appear, Grek immediately bowed deeply.

“Supremacy, I deserve to die. The mission… failed again.”

Although the Supremacy’s face was not very clear, his facial features could be seen. He immediately revealed a surprised and angry expression, but he did not directly curse. Instead, he paused for a moment and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on?”

Although Grek had already thought of a response in his mind, when he was really facing a Supremacy, even though he knew that he was tens of thousands of light-years away, he still could not help but break out in cold sweat. When he heard this, he hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully told him the entire story.

After hearing this, the Supremacy was silent for a moment before nodding lightly, “To be able to easily freeze the entire fleet and dozens of Void Break Martial Artists, it proves that that person’s perception and control of space have already reached an extremely powerful level. Even if it’s not a Star-Grade Martial Artist, they’re already not far from it.”

Grek immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as the Supremacy did not doubt the truth of his words, it did not matter if the helper invited by the Rand Clansmen was a Star-Grade Martial Artist. In any case, they were all existences that he and the Sand Eagle could not contend with. The Supremacy would not force them and ask them to die.

“Then what request did those Rand Clansmen make?” the Supremacy suddenly asked.

Grek hurriedly bowed and told him about the request made by the Rand Clansmen by Kansas. He emphasized that when the Rand Clansmen made these requests, the other party’s expert who was suspected to be a Star-Grade Martial Artist had been present. It was obvious that he wanted to support the Rand Clansmen.

“In that case, it seems that it’s impossible to rely on you to forcefully snatch those two cultivation methods.” The Supremacy frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Grek quickly looked up and glanced at it, surprised.

The temper of a Supremacy was famous for being bad. When he knew that his goal had failed again, according to his usual understanding of him, he would definitely be furious.

However, this time, he was unexpectedly extremely calm and was seriously considering this matter. His reaction was different from usual.

From this, it could be seen that the helper who appeared might be a Star-Grade Martial Artist and caused him considerable pressure.

It could also be seen that the importance of those two cultivation methods to him exceeded even Grek’s imagination.

Grek was secretly delighted by this situation.

‘It’s good that you feel the pressure.’

‘I can help you do as much as possible, but trouble like Star-Grade Martial Artists should be dealt with by you superhumans who have stepped into the realm of gods.’

The Supremacy thought for a moment and said, “You just said that those Rand Clansmen want to cooperate with you and integrate the Rand Clansmen on the entire Leppler Planet?”

“Yes.”

“Then, go ask them if you can use a transaction method to directly exchange for those two cultivation methods from them. If they’re willing, you can pay any price.”

Grek was shocked. “Any price?”

The Supremacy’s expression sank, “What? You’re unwilling?”

Grek hurriedly shook his head. “No, no, no. How can I not be willing? However, we can’t satisfy the request of those Rand Clansmen. What if they refuse to hand over those two cultivation methods?”

“Do you still need me to teach you what to do?” The Supremacy raised his voice and berated, “I don’t care what method you use, but you have to obtain those two cultivation methods? If you can’t do it, there’s no need for you and your Sand Eagle to exist. Do you understand what I mean?”

Grek could not help but be stunned.

On one side was a powerful martial artist suspected to be a Star-Grade Martial Artist invited by the Rand Clansmen, and on the other was a famous and clear Star-Grade Martial Artist. He was stuck in the middle. What should he do?

After countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Grek gritted his teeth and said to the illusory Supremacy, “About that… Supremacy, if we’re certain that the other party is a Star-Grade Martial Artist, can we invite you to come?”

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