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"If they dare attack me, I'll show them what a Quasi-Ancient God Life Form is."

Han Xiang whispered, "Can we board a rescue shuttle?"

Yang Ming: ...

"Have more confidence in your boss!" Yang Ming frowned and said, "Once we reach Saka Star, I'll summon my best subordinate. You both should follow her and learn well. Confidence, you must be confident, understand?"

The captain beside him nervously raised his hand, "Um, Lord Earl, I think I need to explain a small issue to you."

"What?"

"Our Star Patrol Ship was undergoing repairs... currently, our Main Cannon cannot be effectively powered up."

Yang Ming: ...

The middle-aged captain quickly spoke, "But don't worry, Lord Earl, this way, we can supply all the energy to the protective shield! If the decaying nobles want to insult the heroes of the Empire, then they should ask us military men if we agree or not first!"

"Right!"

"Rest assured, Lord Earl, we are the regular army. If they dare attack us, it will trigger a military counterattack protocol!"

"The nobles' private fleets might not be any better than ours!"

Officers and technicians on the bridge chimed in.

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, speaking gently, "There's no need to worry. We must maintain peace within the Empire's borders. Even if someone causes trouble, we must first be courteous and then forceful."

"Understood!"

Dozens of bridge operators shouted loudly, and over six hundred soldiers across the ship simultaneously went into combat readiness.

Yang Ming pinched his nose, took out a wristwatch, and typed a few lines.

Despise the enemy strategically, take them seriously tactically.

First, let Lyu and Little 026 scout ahead to see how many enemies lie in wait. Open attacks are easy to avoid; hidden ones are hard to defend against. If some rogue noble's scion really orders to open fire, blasting with a heavy battleship, it would truly be a huge loss.

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The Rasoga family's fief, the outer space port of a pale blue planet.

Looking out from the windows of the spaceport buildings, you could see a long queue of merchant and cargo ships. The second commercial spaceport was under full construction, with many 'parts drifting on synchronous orbit,' providing a spectacular view.

The newly appointed head of the Rasoga family, Revelle Rasoga, ascended to his position in his youth, originally thought to be the beginning of the Rasoga family's decline. However, unexpectedly, during his youth, he mastered the internal dissent within the family, leading the Rasoga family back on the path to glory.

A year ago, Revelle Rasoga visited the Emperor Star, where he received the blessing of royal power and a tilt in resources within the Empire.

Several princes, who previously had no connection with him, began to extend olive branches, inviting him to several important events in succession.

Revelle, along with the political status of the Rasoga family, saw a noticeable rise within a few months.

Their family's business thrived, with both the quantity and quality of the nobles' private fleets reaching a new level, armed with ample martial virtues.

But these last few days, Revelle, who was supposed to be thriving in springtime, was not in the best of moods.

Inside the spacious indoor court, Revelle swung at his club continuously. After half an hour of exercise, his forehead was full of sweat.

"Master, you should take a break. Overexercising is detrimental to your health."

The elderly butler gently reminded him.

Revelle let go, sending the club flying into the court. His lips twitched slightly, with his expression remaining somewhat gloomy.

The old butler brought a dry towel that absorbed sweat.

"Those people are really something!" Revelle cursed under his breath, "When my idol was powerful, it was all 'Lord Ghost' this and 'Master Ghost' that. Now he's fallen from grace, it's all 'Hanton' instead!"

The old butler smiled, "The young nobles you encountered in group chats are several levels below you. However, you must be careful nowadays; please refrain from expressing support for the White Ghost in public settings."

"I know our Rasoga family is merely a local noble family. I wouldn't risk the family's interests."

Revelle paused briefly in his movements to wipe his sweat. He looked up at the old butler, frowning, "Do you think the Elder Court would retaliate against my idol?"

"How so?"

"Even though the Elder Court has replaced a batch of elders, the elders promoted by the Emperor himself have rather complex backgrounds. There's no absolute pro-royalist faction, nor is there a purely noble faction."

Revelle analyzed carefully:

"My idol, a year ago, when facing the Great Elder's coup, used public opinion and propaganda to fiercely humiliate the Elder Court.

"The Elder Court has a legacy of spirit.

"Moreover, His Majesty the Emperor must be somewhat annoyed now, because in form, he was insulted by my idol. To appease the Emperor, the Elder Court is likely to dispatch some nobles to humiliate my idol... That's probably what's going to happen."

A series of sounds emanated from the internet terminal in the old butler's jacket pocket.

The old butler quickly connected, and a projection screen appeared in front of Revelle.

On the screen was a busy base, with dozens of young girls in various outfits bustling about, processing streams of intelligence and information.

A girl shouted anxiously, "My dashing, charming, and valiant master! Numerous Starships have appeared in the space near Saka Star you asked us to monitor!"

"Number, model."

"They arrived via consecutive warp jumps, with an estimated count of over three hundred ships, including twelve kilometer-class battleships and over fifty seven-hundred-meter large Star Patrol Ships! Judging by the markings on these ships, they seem to come from various major families, and there are even private fleets from four Sherman-named princes!"

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