Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Xu Weiwei was moved away before she could react. The strange smell made her feel uneasy instinctively.

"No, boss!"

"Don't go, General!"

Everyone on the starship tried to dissuade him, worried about Sifos's safety. There were not just a few dozen or a few hundred people below, but tens of thousands. If they rose up, no matter how powerful their general was, he would not be able to resist so many people.

"Let's go together!"

"That's it, General. We'll go down with you!"

"What about Wei'er if you all go down? Once the starship lands, if it is surrounded by the natives, it will inevitably hurt them if we want to get rid of them, which will only further intensify the conflict."

"Then let me go down, General! You stay."

"Yes, yes, I can too! I'm good at speaking Goodall, I'll go down and talk to them!"

Sifos made a gesture and everyone quieted down. "Stop arguing. I'm Wei'er's father, so I have to go. Hammer, open the door and lower the rope ladder."

The team members wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Sifos's firm attitude, they stopped talking and turned to take safety measures. The yellow-haired man hugged little Weiwei tightly in his arms. This was the first time that the general took the initiative to hand his daughter over to other people.

While they were making preparations, the people below were also discussing.

"Do you think what he said is true or false?"

"Whether it's true or not, it's troublesome. We've only had peace for two years, and now it's here again."

"Why is there no movement?"

"I don't know, could it be that what I was told was right?"

"Oh my god, it makes me feel so weird and panicky..."

"Look! Something's coming down!"

After one end of the rope ladder was fixed, the rest was thrown down, and a long rope was floating in the air, still some distance from the ground. The pilot looked around and his eyes stopped on a high platform, so the starship moved again and aimed at the altar below.

Sifos fastened the safety rope, kissed Xu Weiwei on the forehead, and then climbed down the rope ladder. The wind blew the rope ladder back and forth, and Sifos also swayed back and forth, looking shaky.

Everyone was worried about him, and the hostility in their hearts unconsciously lessened.

When he was still some distance from the ground, Sifos untied the safety rope and jumped down, landing on the altar. Then he rolled forward to release the force, stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

This slick skill and outstanding appearance stunned many girls in the tribe. All their vigilance and precautions were thrown out of their minds, leaving only love in their eyes and philandering in their minds.

"Oh my God, he's so handsome!" A young girl expressed her admiration with shining eyes.

"He's really good at fighting! And he's good-looking too!"

“He’s so brave!”

"Hey! You never said that when I was fighting the wolf!" A young man expressed his dissatisfaction with his friend's "double standards".

"That's right. And don't forget, he is a married man! He is said to have a daughter!"

"Humph, you're so talkative..."

The summer and winter on the planet Goodall are completely opposite, and now it is the height of summer. Sifos took off his outer coat, threw it over the railing, and raised his hands with his palms facing forward.

Siphos took a quick look and saw that some people were holding sharp spears in their hands, but he was not panicked. He said calmly: "You said you didn't trust me, and now I'm coming down, risking being besieged by so many of you."

"There are still 18 of my men and my daughter up there. Just as you don't trust me, I don't dare to completely trust you either. I won't let them land until we reach an agreement."

Seaforth's words, which clearly showed his vigilance, won him a lot of favor, because this was a normal reaction of a person, a father's worry and love for his daughter.

"How did you find us?" the chief suddenly asked.

"You know what I mean. How did your spacecraft manage to enter our planet intact?"

Sifos looked at the people closest to him. The man in the lead was burly, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and his clothes were more complicated than the others. Sifos immediately determined the identity of this man.

"Hello, Chief. I am a general on our planet. The king there is equivalent to you, and I fight for him and protect the people of our country. So I have some power and know some things that ordinary people don't know."

The chief and others were a little surprised to hear his words.

"General? That's equivalent to the captain of our hunting team. It's quite a high position!"

"Batu, compare yourself with him, who is better, you or him?"

The man named Batu was a sturdy man weighing more than 200 kilograms, with a fat waist and immense strength. Hearing this, he snorted disdainfully: "With his small body, he is not worthy of competing with me."

"Hey! How many people do you have under you?" someone shouted from below.

Sifo held his chin in thought for a moment and said, "A rough estimate is more than 80,000 people."

"Eighty thousand people?!"

"What?!!"

"Eighty thousand?!!!"

The Goodell people below were all stunned.

"Our entire tribe only has over 10,000 people! And he has 80,000 men under his command?!"

"What are you bragging about! He has 80,000 men under his command, and I have 100,000 sheep!" someone said loudly in a sarcastic tone.

Siphos frowned. "Is 80,000 a lot? Compared to our planet's total population of 35 million, it's nothing. Some of my friends have 120,000 soldiers, and some have 150,000. The troops I have are already considered small."

Goodall: ………………

After a strange silence, someone swallowed to ease his dry throat, then asked in a trembling voice.

"What did he say?"

"No, I don't know. Don't listen. He must be bragging..."

"Thirty-five million?!" someone suddenly exclaimed, scaring the people around them.

"What are you doing, silly old man! You scared me!"

"That's right! He's so startled! He's so scared that he'll die!"

"Thirty-five million... that would fill up all the hills here..."

"Bah! You just listen to his nonsense, and you believe whatever he says!"

The person who said this asked loudly: "Hey! Stop fooling us! If you really have so many people, why did you only bring eighteen people?"

Sifos frowned even more tightly. "I'm here to ask you to do something, not to threaten you or to have a conflict with you. If I really brought so many people here, what would you think? Can we still stand here and have a good chat like we are now?"

Everyone was speechless. Indeed, if they saw so many people at once, their first reaction would definitely be to run, hide, or directly fight. No matter what the other party said, they would not believe it.

Seeing the people below were moved, Sifos added fuel to the fire: "I don't want to achieve my goal through coercion. What's more, I know that you are all kind-hearted, but you have been deceived before, and you don't like or are not good at dealing with outsiders."

"If you are not desperate, who would be willing to come here and be hated? I know you are all good people, so please save my daughter. If you refuse, we will stay here until you agree."

Chief:…

The priest watching the play: ...

Goodale Resident: …