A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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The hexagonal light screen of the bee family lit up, and Orion deliberately adjusted the angle of the floating window so that the scene inside the iron cage could be fully reflected in the pupils of the insects on the other end of the communication channel.

"It's over, Queen Bee." He stroked the bars of the iron cage, his voice gentle, as if he were truly a kind insect thinking of the other side. "The Locust family is asking for activation codes for seventy mining planet transport ships."

The synthesized voice from the light screen, crackling with anger, screamed: "You're trying to rip us off!"

Orion tapped the control panel, and the holographic image of the caged man suddenly spread out in the cabin. The young male insect's entire body was magnified into a three-dimensional projection, showing every detail to the bee family insects on the other end of the communication.

The beautiful bees and insects opened their eyes wide.

Beautiful, truly beautiful. Its bones, muscles, and glands are all superb, absolutely top-tier among Imperial males.

Where did Orion, that hyena, get such a high-quality male?

"That's an interesting phrase." Orion pulled up the footage of the locust fleet's jump to the Blackrock Ring three hours ago and showed it to the bees there. "Only those unique, highly sought-after items have the ability to command exorbitant prices. Should I show this genetic report to the locust family? Who wouldn't want something this good?"

This action was precisely captured by the biosensor in the corner of the light screen, and the respiratory rate monitor of the bee family showed abnormal fluctuations for a few seconds.

"Fifty transport ships." The synthesized voice changed to a deep, mature male voice, "plus a fifty-year pass for Cygnus."

The old man, the former head of the Beauty Bee family, has even come out.

Orion smiled.

"You know where I am, right? Blackrock Ring. The black market auction is about to begin."

He opened the observation window on top of the Starship, and the crimson scanning light of the black market auction house swept past the window.

He adjusted the refractive index of the protective shield so that the unique cosmic neon light spots of the Black Stone Star Ring fell precisely on the young man's face, flowing across his pale skin.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

A picture was taken with a click.

"The host of the Blackstone auction is waiting for me in the VIP room for coffee." He opened his communicator to show them the message page. "Would you like me to play the recording of his starting bid?"

The light curtain suddenly split into a honeycomb grid, with each hexagon flashing a different biometric authentication code.

Orion knew that this was the swarm consciousness arguing fiercely, and the nearly mad bees were attacking each other with pheromones.

He pressed the light switch in the bottom compartment, revealing the complete appearance of the young male beetle in the cage under the bright light.

"Sixty ships, permanent passes." The synthesized voice resonated strangely. "Now, erase all records of contact with the Black Market Lord. This is our highest price. Sign it if you agree, otherwise, forget it."

The holographic screen in front of Orion turned into gold, signifying contract authentication, and the terms of the holographic contract scrolled across the screen.

The virtual image of that old man, the previous head of the Beauty Bee family, sat opposite him.

The last additional clause regarding the integrity of the goods lit up, and he suddenly severed his neural connection with the screen.

"I suddenly remembered..." Orion stood up, abruptly raising his hand to access the smart device, as if to connect to other communications: "The Locusts are asking for seventy ships. And they're almost here, we don't even need to deliver them..."

"Seventy ships!" The light screen exploded with spiderweb-like cracks. "Immediately cease all external communications!"

Orion's lips curled up slightly, an angle perfectly captured by the Bee Family's emotion monitor.

The golden honeycomb screen trembled slightly.

Orion lightly touched the floating holographic screen, and the transparent screen instantly fogged up into white, isolating the male insect from all prying eyes.

"Thank you, boss. You're very generous." He smiled as he signed the revised contract.

"Dear boss, will the goods be delivered directly to the territory of the Bee family? We can arrive at Cygnus in about two days. Please prepare a 50% deposit within twenty standard hours."

He popped up a virtual magnetic card on the screen, engraved with the black market account's authentication code. "Remember to activate Cygnus's access pass for me first, otherwise I won't be able to enter the Zerg Empire's territory."

When the light screen displayed the encrypted star map coordinates and authorization confirmation, Orion clapped his hands: "Perfect! It seems the Beauty Bee family is about to have another outstanding next generation."

"..." The golden honeycomb light screen shattered without a word.

"Happy transaction." He bowed to the dissipating fragments of light and turned to press the lower deck isolation procedure.

The layers of steel doors sealed off, once again isolating the young male insects like beautiful stars in a dark cellar.

"Send a message to the black market boss, the goods have been sold for now," Orion instructed his deputy, sighing, "Good stuff just doesn't have to worry about selling."

Seventy mineral transport ships, Wuhu~

The deputy relayed a message: "Should we eliminate the communication channels of the other families?"

"Keep it." Orion crushed the bee's communicator into metal scraps. "What if this bee clan is wiped out before we get there? That's incredibly stupid. I think this bee clan is doomed."

If a species that is hated by male insects suddenly has an excellent next generation, do you think some insects will investigate you?

The deputy let out a laugh.

Orion sighed, "Sigh, dealing with idiots is risky. If they weren't rich, I wouldn't even give them a second glance."

Deputy: "But they are really rich."

"That's true. It's not shameful to do anything to make money." Orion seemed to remember something else and ordered, "Give the order to keep a close eye on those bastards under your command. This male insect sold for a high price, and we space pirates have professional ethics; we must ensure the integrity of the goods."

Professional ethics. The deputy chuckled again.

"Absolutely no one is allowed to touch this male insect without permission. Anyone who causes my cargo to be damaged," Orion blew on his claw tip, "I'll tear him to pieces."

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Outside the stargate of the Cygnus sector, the Bladeship.

The warship remained silent and stealthy, having been lying in ambush here ever since receiving the coded message from the undercover agent: "Beauty Bee Deal, Cygnus Stargate."

Bishon's emerald green eyes lit up in the darkness, and the blue light of the holographic projection made the skin on his left cheek appear blue, which, combined with his fluorescent green eyes, created a very eerie feeling.

The voice coming from the encrypted communicator was tinged with static: "The target is expected to arrive at the Cygnus Hive Gate in three hours."

"Those uncivilized space pirates," Bishon said, rubbing his cheeks impatiently.

He tapped the command console, his black cloak casually draped over one arm, and said, "Send me the coordinates."

As the star chart unfolded on his retina, he muttered in dissatisfaction, "That male can't even run away, what a useless piece of trash."

"Master," Bishen's adjutant interrupted him helplessly, stopping him from continuing his venomous insults against the insects, "Normal male insects cannot escape from the hands of the leader of the Nocturnal Moth Star Pirates, who is of royal lineage."

Bishen snorted dismissively.