Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station Chapter 568 - 179: Yan Xiong’s Application Method3

"A fleet of combat ships would not co cheap."

"Even if their company already has those ships and they don’t cost anything, people still need to be paid, right?"

"Compensation for casualties will cost money as well, and so will the marine troops landing on the Space Station."

"Moreover, the company faced unexpected circumstances; their own ships certainly couldn’t move in ti."

"Deploying a fleet within the Empire requires approval, and expediting that approval would cost extra money, wouldn’t it?"

"Calculating all these scattered expenses, it might be better to just hire those Bounty Hunters with ard ship licenses, or soone special like you."

"By the way, the company has already managed to get you the ard ship license, so your fleet here won’t get caught by the Patrol Team every day, and you won’t need to contact the Fourteenth Legion anymore."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming suddenly smiled.

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

Chen Ming explained, "So ti ago, when I first arrived at the Pirate Space Station to hide incognito, I really wanted such a license, but I could only dream about it."

"Now that I don’t want or need it anymore, it just fell into my hands."

The factory director shrugged instinctively and said, "The strength you’ve displayed is the reason you received it. Even if you didn’t want it, soone would deliver it to you. That’s just the way of the world."

"I know."

After speaking, Chen Ming was silent for a brief mont, feeling a bit emotional as he accepted the license.

He then said, "Alright, I’ll go back to this Space Station, but about my Spiritual Energy..."

"No problem, there have been Psychics who conflicted with ordinary people on certain matters before; just sign a local governnt notarization agreent when the ti cos."

"Psychics within the Empire must also honestly abide by the rules in public view."

"Don’t do anything wrong, or it might affect your cooperation with others in the future."

"I understand, I also like people who follow the rules."

Chen Ming acknowledged, and suddenly he rembered sothing and asked, "Now that things have reached this point, what about that director..."

"He is as good as dead. The company got a bit involved with Zuo Jing because of him, leading to an investigation which caused significant losses."

"Although the company’s relationship with Zuo Jing has been cleared after review, his mistakes are right there; he’s done for."

"Nevertheless, it’s better for to solve the issue ahead of ti."

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

"On his yacht."

"The yacht will later be used as one of the pieces of evidence for his wrongdoings, and we’ve made a temporary cell on board. It’s not going to be a comfortable experience for him."

"What a coincidence?"

"Quite a coincidence indeed."

The tone in the factory director’s voice made Chen Ming sure that the director must have discussed and deliberately arranged it this way with others.

There was nothing more to say.

Chen Ming was clear on what he had to do next.

It’s normal for people in that position to take so benefits, but bringing it up to the factory director and eyeing his belongings is picking the wrong fight.

Plus, Chen Ming rembered what the factory director had told him at the beginning.

Even if the current director dies, the position used for interest exchanges would be passed to soone else, and that person might continue causing trouble.

It’s best if his death sends so deterrent to those who take over afterward.

Thus, the director’s death should be as miserable as possible.

Yet, Chen Ming didn’t want to affect the other innocents on the ship.

So, after so consideration, to et the factory director’s needs...

Chen Ming glanced at the situation of the yacht he had taken control of.

At this mont, the yacht had left the Pirate Space Station and was sailing within the Superspace Channel.

In a small warehouse altered inside the ship, he detained the director, who had slimd down considerably yet still resembled an overweight pig.

The director bore scabbed wounds all over his body, lying on a narrow bed not fitting his size.

Though in a deep sleep, he wore a pained expression.

However, Chen Ming felt no sympathy; if you don’t put your mind where it should be when doing things, then suffering now is well-deserved.

Through the room’s surveillance caras, Chen Ming saw the director’s hands and feet shackled with electronic shackles, making movent nearly impossible.

Since the electronic shackles had comprehensive functions, there were no guards watching either inside or outside the room.

Not even a figure was in the nearby rooms.

Absolutely convenient for Chen Ming to act.

Thus, he slightly altered the ship’s heat dispersal circuits to accommodate his intentions.

The reford heat dispersal circuit was straightforward in effect: directing all the heat ant to be dispelled into the director’s cell.

To avoid affecting others, Chen Ming additionally locked down the permissions of the surrounding rooms completely so that even the main control terminal could not access them.

The wails erupting in the room did not reach the ears of others on the ship, naturally.

However, the ship’s main control room did see what was happening on the monitors.

Yet the person in charge of the main control seed not to notice the struggling director in the overheated room.

He rely took a cigarette, lit it, and then turned off the surveillance in the temporary cell.

About half an hour later.