Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 638 Negotiation

On Star 9527, it was already late at night. Finn, wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa, frowning and deep in thought as he stared at the Star News page.

The coffee pot on the table had gone completely cold, and the butler refused to refill it for him.

After yawning silently, Vincent advised, "Young Master, he didn't come back during the day, so there's even less chance he'll be back now. You should go to sleep. Miss Vera is probably just too busy and forgot."

“But she’s never been out of contact for this long before. Her replies were very perfunctory, and she didn’t answer my voice and video calls. This isn’t normal, Vincent. Something must have happened to her,” Finn said with certainty.

“But didn’t you already contact Mr. Kane? He’s Miss Vera’s own brother. I can’t think of any reason why he would lie to you.”

“He had no reason to lie to me, but he didn’t tell the whole story either.” Finn pursed his lips, his dark eyes as deep as an icy pool.

"The first thing I did when I couldn't get in touch with her was to ask the staff at the research center. They said she suddenly had something very important to do and would be absent for a while, and that she seemed to no longer be in the capital city."

"Could it be that the Seifert family went on vacation? There are time differences on other planets, so if that's the reason, it seems to make sense," Vincent guessed.

Finn hesitated for a moment, "Then—shall I ask Aunt Tina?"

Vincent's refined expression cracked, and he quickly stopped him, saying, "That's inappropriate!"

“That would be a bit too much. If Miss Vera is alright, she will think that you are too controlling, have no boundaries, and are emotionally unstable. It will definitely make her resentful.”

The three stabs made Finn's face grow darker and darker, and successfully dissuaded him from his idea.

"Please wait a little longer. Miss Vera may reply to you tomorrow."

Finn put his hand to his face and rubbed his temples. "You're right, Vincent. I am getting a little anxious."

……

Xu Weiwei came out of the bathroom and changed into clean clothes. While she was showering, Number Seven also took the opportunity to change the bedding.

Ryan still couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

Seeing my younger sister, I stopped thinking about anything else; eating was the most important thing.

"When did Father and my eldest brother leave? Did they rest?" Xu Weiwei asked while drinking her porridge.

"You don't need to worry about that. They've long since mastered the ability to catch up on sleep anytime, anywhere. Their physical abilities are far superior to yours. Right now, they should already be fighting on equal terms with their opponents."

"Who are their opponents? Did you encounter them when you went out yesterday?"

"We ran into a group of desperados, very despicable and cruel. Realizing they couldn't escape, they tried to use us as hostages..."

Ryan suddenly stopped talking and looked up at his sister guiltily.

Xu Weiwei was puzzled at first, but quickly realized what was going on and asked with a slight smile, "So you didn't give in, did you?"

Ryan immediately relaxed, regaining his energetic demeanor: "No! How could we let them threaten us! Those people were even yelling for us to disarm, what a pipe dream!"

"Do you know what's even more despicable? When threats failed, they changed tactics and shot the hostages in vital areas, forcing us to choose between two options."

“Choosing to arrest them means these people are doomed. How despicable!” Ryan gritted his teeth in anger.

“My father and the others might encounter this situation as well.”

"No, no, no~" Ryan said, indicating his denial.

“We faced this choice because we were short-handed at the time, so Father, you don’t need to be in a difficult position. The number of troops you bring is definitely enough.”

Xu Weiwei closed her eyes and shook her head: "You've overlooked a crucial factor—Gantz."

Ryan froze for a moment, gasped, and his eyes widened: "!!!"

Yes! Ganz!

They didn't have such deep feelings for the Goodell people, which allowed them to act strictly according to the rules. This also enabled them to calmly make the most advantageous judgments in situations like hostage situations.

But Gantz was different; those were his family! The robbers might have pointed their guns at his uncles, childhood friends, and relatives from his mother's side...

Put yourself in her shoes, what if it was the younger sister who was in danger...?

Ryan clenched his fists and shook his head violently. He couldn't bear the thought of it; he was willing to risk his life rather than disarm.

Ganz... must also be having a difficult time making a decision.

If the thugs instruct him to harm his father again... the situation is dire...

The wind was very strong at the edge of the cliff.

The sky was overcast, as if a downpour was brewing.

Two imposing black warships hovered in the air, like monstrous beasts tearing through space. Combined with the countless robotic soldiers of the same color, they created a sense of utter despair, as if the world had reached its end.

"It's over, we're really finished this time..."

The mercenaries watched this scene, their hands holding guns almost losing their strength.

They had finally found the legendary treasure and were enjoying it immensely when the imperial forces arrived.

"I told you not to be greedy! Get out of here! But you wouldn't listen! Now look what's happened, we'll all end up here!"

"Don't panic, there are so many people here. If a fight breaks out, we might be able to slip away in the chaos..."

The appearance of Sifus was like drawing a circle with insecticide, driving all sorts of snakes, insects, and rodents together.

Now, they have to stand back to back and face the crisis together.

“We have hostages, they won’t dare do anything to us. Quickly shout to them and tell them to let us go!” one of the thugs said.

“It’s no use,” another group chimed in. Their eyes were gloomy, and they seemed to have resigned themselves to their fate.

"They don't care whether the hostages live or die. We've already tried this tactic."

"I'm not so sure." A calm and elegant voice rang out from behind.

Everyone turned around and looked over; the group of men Lin Yaozong had hired recognized him.

"It's you!"

Yves Theodore's face appeared before the mercenaries. Unlike the other forces, which were disorganized, the people around him stood in a protective formation, surrounding him closely.

Given his delicate skin and pampered demeanor, the mercenaries naturally assumed: This is some young master from a wealthy family who's come out looking for thrills with the team.

It's a pity, this time we're going to fail here.

"Spit it out, stop beating around the bush!" a man said aggressively, kicking the prisoner as he spoke. "Behave yourself! Move again and I'll shoot you!"

Yves ignored the other party's rudeness and said calmly, "They can't possibly be indifferent to the hostages. Otherwise, they would have already taken action. This very ground is where the raw materials for 'super blood' are located. They chased us here and saw what we were fighting over, yet they did nothing."

"So I think what they care about most is the hostages."

"They chose to remain in this stalemate with us because they were afraid that opening fire would hurt them."

The mercenaries all found this statement absurd.

"The Empire, coming here to protect a bunch of natives?! When did they become so nosy?"

"Hahaha! You've moved me to tears."

"Didn't I already tell you? They don't care about the hostages at all."

"That's because you don't know how to negotiate. You're greedy and your demands are too high, of course they won't agree," Yves said coldly.

"Then you try to negotiate! I want to see what you can come up with! If you can't, I'll be the first one to send you on your way! Let you be all high and mighty here!"