Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The well-dressed men in black talked about the greatness of their company and how noble their goals and ideals were. Anyway, the locals couldn't use the resources here, so they might as well give them to contribute to the peace of the universe and the preservation of the Amber King.

Forgive Cheng An's inner impulse at this moment. After knowing what these scums will do in the future, she really can't be nice to the company, especially the people in the marketing department.

Even the fact that she didn't suddenly attack and hurt anyone on the spot was a reflection of her lifelong qualities.

To be honest, she used to be hesitant about such things, but she had no choice because she had seen too many beasts. Even if she was not used to it, in order to survive, she had become more and more skilled in using this power that could cut people's necks.

From those who don't look like humans, such as the abundance monster; to those who look a bit human, such as the Dragon Master and his men; to those who look like humans but are actually the most extreme, such as the Market Development Department, headed by Oswaldo Schneider.

The enemies are becoming more and more like humans, yet less and less like humans. This has greatly alleviated Cheng An's psychological pressure. It is a really thoughtful process.

But at this time, if we directly deal with the director in front of us, the marketing department might have a reason to implement its invasion plan on the spot.

This fuse cannot be lit.

Once this person dies, the disaster here might come faster and more severely, and she would be a sinner for all eternity.

Cheng An had to temporarily suppress his restless hands.

Botio, who was shocked by the synesthesia beacon device, gradually recovered. He realized that the force before them might be more difficult to deal with than any crisis they had ever seen.

But he still managed to pick out some information from the black-clad man's endless shouting.

For example, he said he wanted the resources of their planet.

For example, the exploitation of such resources will destroy the grasslands on which they depend for survival and will cause some consequences that they do not even clearly state.

These most important parts are hidden in a string of compliments for their crappy company, clearly showing that they don't intend to care about the life and death of this planet.

Not only did the other party come with bad intentions, he was even arrogant. He probably just went through the motions by asking this question.

"Heh, this business doesn't sound interesting to talk about." The black-and-white-haired cowboy threw the synesthesia beacon in his hand back, interrupting the man's speech and making his attitude clear.

As if he had not expected that the local barbarians would be unwilling to support their grand ideals, the Director of the Men in Black turned his attention to Portio.

After Cowboy expressed his opinion, the people behind him nodded. They were not fools and they were not people who could be convinced by the arrogant director with just a few words.

After struggling through wind and rain to get to where we are today, everyone present here has keenly sensed that this group of outsiders are enemies, not friends. Some have even tightened their grip on their pistols.

"Oh, it seems that tonight's discussion has a regrettable result." The curve of the black-clothed man's mouth narrowed a little, but his tone remained unchanged. He spread his hands with regret and shook his head.

"In that case, we will look for someone who knows more about current affairs to cooperate with tomorrow. We won't bother you tonight."

Although he might have been secretly condemning these local fools for their ignorance, it would obviously be detrimental to the company's reputation if they started fighting right after landing. It was time to ask the director what he thought.

The company's people returned to their giant spaceship neatly, leaving the cowboys standing there in silence with solemn expressions.

"Okay, stop standing here, go back to your tents first, and we'll get back to town quickly tomorrow." The leading cowboy of the trip was the first to break the tense atmosphere and made the decision with a wave of his hand.

The crowd said nothing, but they followed the advice, and the smell of impending storm was in the air, and everyone knew it.

But they alone cannot decide the fate of the entire planet. This group of people asked them a question perhaps just because they had just landed and met them face to face, so they took the opportunity to find out the attitudes and customs of the locals.

Obviously, they were not satisfied with the result. The next step might be to talk to their superiors, such as managers or leaders. In short, this is not a problem that they can solve by pulling out a gun tonight.

Therefore, the most important thing to do right now is to have a good rest tonight and rush home tomorrow to find out the news.

The cowboys dispersed, leaving behind the people who were supposed to be on guard. For a moment, the only sound in this wasteland was the rustling of people walking.

The little round-faced Fusili walked to the campfire and sat down. He was the first night watchman tonight, but after a while, another person appeared next to him. It was Portio who sat down next to him.

"Hey, Roy! It's so rare. Why don't you go to bed and come with me instead?" The little round-faced man's tone was not as lively as before, but it was still due to his personality, trying to ease the solemnity on his friend's face.

"Why, did you find out that your brother is fine? So you come to keep watch with me?"

Hearing this man's usual smooth talk, Potio couldn't help but laugh, "You're still in the mood to joke."

Fusili has always been an optimistic and cheerful young man, who is sincere and humorous. He once thought that Poteo was too pretentious and handsome, so he approached him again and again and chatted with him despite his cold face. After a while, Poteo agreed to let him follow him.

Because after the cowboy's own judgment, this little fool really has no bad intentions and really wants to hang out with him, and Lloydide is not a stingy person, so naturally he doesn't mind having more friends.

But he didn't expect that as time went by, this kid became the one with the best relationship with him, because he was really talkative and really willing to follow him. This guy was too enthusiastic.

The most important point is that Fusili is really an interesting person. No matter what the situation is, as long as this guy is there, the atmosphere will always be more relaxed. It is very pleasant to get along with such a person, which makes Portio's transportation task not so difficult.

Just like at this moment, even though everyone knows that they are going to face something they had no idea about in the first half of their lives, he can still make people laugh with just one sentence.

The black and white haired cowboy patted the round-faced boy's shoulder. Fusili raised an eyebrow at his answer, "Why do you think you're joking when you find out that I'm good?"

"Let's take a step back. Are we really that bad brothers? Isn't our friendship good enough for you to see my good side?"

"Okay, okay, why are you talking so much?" He suddenly felt that his worries about the future were diluted a lot by his friend's chattering. It was obvious that he really couldn't stand the chatterbox attack.

"I came here because I couldn't sleep either. Young people shouldn't be so self-indulgent." He answered unhappily.

How could Fusili not know what he was upset about? When those men in black appeared, he was right next to Portio, so he clearly heard what he said, "man-made disaster."

The round-faced man ignored the cowboy's tone and hooked his arm around Portio's shoulders. "Roy, we are friends for life. I have never lied to you in all these years."

"So, can you tell me what the phrase 'man-made disaster' meant at that time?"

Fusili could feel the person whose shoulder he had put his arm around stiffen for a moment. He fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking about.

But as a good brother, there was no way he couldn't hear the emotion in those two words, low, expected, and unfriendly.

This guy must have anticipated this. Lloydide actually hid such a big thing from him. Aren’t they best brothers?

Portio didn't seem to have any intention of speaking, and he remained silent. Just when the little round-faced man was about to sigh and stop pressing him, someone else sat down next to him.

The little round-faced girl turned around and found that it was Cheng An and Dan Heng.

The girl patted his shoulder and said, "Don't ask him. I know a lot. Just ask me."

She was speaking to Fusili, but her eyes were on Portio, who looked up and met her gaze. It was a question, a question addressed to both of them at the same time.