Avabido revealed a cruel expression.
He didn't have the mood to waste time with these captives now; the Federation had already started a full-scale counterattack. No one was clear about the subsequent changes in the situation, so he must spare no effort to extract all wealth.
"Wise master."
Muck complimented respectfully.
....
Two days later.
In the dark starry sky.
A Level 5 battleship, branded with a blood-red fang emblem, was escorting a Level 5 transport ship at high speed, accompanied by two Level 4 battleships.
A frustrated voice spoke in the communication channel.
"Everyone stay alert, those mad dogs of the Federation are biting everywhere now."
"Lord Anfei, you're overthinking it! Ahead is the defensive zone of Crimson Country. How could those guys from the Federation dare."
"Still, be careful to avoid an ambush."
"The starry sky around here is empty; you can't even see a ghost shadow."
"Alright."
...
And as the fleet sailed away.
