Planet B, 3:47 am.
The two sides did not come to an agreement, but the members of the small space pirate gang could not do anything for the time being, and directly killing them would not be beneficial to them.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
The person in charge here was a man with a big beard. He was in his forties, and his brown eyes were full of hostility.
The man next to him was also wearing a gray combat uniform, but he looked gentle and gentle. He was also a little thin.
He wore black glasses and pushed them up from time to time.
He said, “You can mention the hostage of the Galactic Federation’s Nial Empire. Although she is only the adopted daughter of the leader, she will not be ignored.”
The bearded man listened to the bespectacled man’s words. Just as he was deep in thought, someone came in and whispered something into his ear.
The bearded man’s eyes widened, and a hint of fear flashed past his eyes.
