Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station Chapter 564 - 179: Yan Xiong’s Application Method3

"Combat model spaceships combined are quite an expense."

"Even if we say that their company already owns these ships, not counting their cost, people still need money, right?"

"Compensation for casualties will also require funds, and deploying a landing party to the Space Station incurs costs too."

"Besides, the company encountered an unexpected situation, and their own ships certainly couldn’t be activated imdiately."

"Mobilizing a fleet within the Empire requires approval, which, if expedited, definitely costs extra money, right?"

"Calculating it so ssy, it’s better to directly hire those Bounty Hunters with an ard ship permit, and special people like you."

"Incidentally, the company has already secured the ard ship permit for you, so your fleet stationed here won’t get caught by the Patrol Team every day and need to contact the Fourteenth Legion over there."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming suddenly smiled.

The director imdiately asked, "Why are you smiling?"

Chen Ming explained, "A while ago, when I first ca to the Pirate Space Station incognito, I really wanted such a permit, but all I could do was think about it."

"Now that I no longer want or need it, it has been handed to ."

The director instinctively shrugged, "The strength you’ve shown is the reason you got it. Even if you don’t want it, soone will deliver it to you; that’s the way of the world."

"I know."

After Chen Ming finished speaking, he remained silent for a mont, accepting the permit with mixed feelings.

Then he said, "Alright, I’ll return to the Space Station, but my Spiritual Energy..."

"It’s okay, Psychics have had conflicts with ordinary people in various matters before; when the ti cos, you can just sign a local governnt certification agreent."

"Psychics within the Empire in the public eye must also honestly follow the law. Rember not to make mistakes in such matters, or it might affect your cooperation with others in the future."

"I understand, I appreciate people who follow the rules."

Chen Ming agreed, suddenly rembering sothing, and asked, "With things like this, does the director still need to be killed?"

"The director is definitely dead. Because he caused the company to get involved with Zuo Jing slightly, leading the governnt to investigate us, which resulted in quite severe losses."

"Although the company’s relation with Zuo Jing has been reviewed and found no issues, the mistake he made is crystal clear; he’s done for."

"For , though, it’s best to resolve the matter ahead of ti."

Understanding, Chen Ming said, "No problem, where is he now?"

"He’s on his yacht."

"The yacht will be sent back as one of the proofs of his wrongdoing; we’ve temporarily modified a cell on it, so it’s not going to be a comfortable ride for him."

"What a coincidence?"

"Indeed, a coincidence."

The tone in the director’s words assured Chen Ming of one thing.

The director had definitely told others and arranged it this way on purpose.

Nothing needed to be spoken further.

Chen Ming knew what he had to do next.

It’s normal for a person in that position to take so benefits, but when it’s directed at the director, and there’s intent towards his things, that’s provoking the wrong person.

Also, Chen Ming rembered that the director told him at the beginning.

Now, even if the person at the top of the Space Station Administration is dead.

The position, used for trading benefits, will still be given to another person to take over, and it’s possible they might continue causing trouble.

It’s best to ensure that his death leaves a deterrent for the successor.

However, Chen Ming didn’t want to affect the others on the ship; they were all innocent.

So ultimately, he thought of a suitable approach after considering it.

Chen Ming checked the condition of the yacht he had controlled.

At the mont, the yacht had left the Pirate Space Station and was traveling through the Superspace Channel.

Inside a remodeled small storeroom on the ship, the director was confined there, having lost quite a bit of weight, yet still resembling a fat pig.

His body was covered in scabby wounds, lying on a cramped bed completely unsuitable for his size.

Although he was asleep, his face held an expression of pain.

However, Chen Ming felt no pity at all; tasks require brain recalibration, and since he failed to do so, this suffering was well-deserved.

Chen Ming could see via room surveillance that the director’s limbs were bound with electronic shackles, severely restricting any movent.

The electronic shackles had comprehensive features, so there were no guards inside or outside the room.

Nearby rooms were devoid of any presence.

This convenience allowed Chen Ming to easily take action.

He slightly modified the spaceship’s ventilation system to suit his plan.

The modified ventilation system’s effect was simple; the ship’s exhaust heat would be redirected and concentrated, releasing all into the director’s cell.

To avoid affecting others, Chen Ming simultaneously locked privileges to the surrounding rooms, making them inaccessible even from the main control terminal.

The agonizing screams echoing inside the room naturally failed to reach the ears of others on the spaceship.

However, the master control room did witness the ongoing situation via surveillance.

But the person in charge of the master control showed indifference as if the struggling director, amidst heat, didn’t exist.

He rely lit a cigarette, took a puff, then shut off the surveillance in the temporary cell.