200: Chapter 200 A crazy suggestion: Let's go rob someone!
"Old K..."
Wang Pingan's lazy yet playful voice echoed through the deathly silent cockpit.
Old K's body gave a violent, sudden shudder without warning!
He looked at the unfathomable smile on Wang Pingan's face, which sent waves of alarm through him, and his heart skipped a beat.
An extremely ominous premonition instantly flooded his heart, which had been pounding wildly from his "overnight riches."
"Cap... Captain... what... what are your orders?" Old K's voice carried a hint of fawning tremor that even he hadn't noticed.
He was now completely submissive to the youth before him.
He had no doubt that if this man wanted to, he could completely erase him and the entire "Ghost" Squad from the universe as easily as crushing an ant at any time.
"It's not really an order." Wang Pingan waved his hand, the "mischievous" smile on his face growing even more brilliant.
He reached out and lightly patted the "mountain of crystals" made of two hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Crystals that were shimmering with brilliant light.
"I just wanted to ask you."
"Do you think this tiny amount of spirit crystals is enough for anything?"
"Huh?" Old K was stunned.
He looked at the "crystal mountain" that seemed like an astronomical sum to him, and then at Wang Pingan's face, which was written all over with "disdain" and "dissatisfaction."
He felt like his brain was completely failing to process this.
Two hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Crystals!
And he calls that "this tiny amount"?
Captain, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the concept of "money"?
This huge sum is enough to buy a luxury villa on Pegasus Star, a place where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold!
It's enough to support a well-equipped mercenary group of over a hundred people for several years!
Yet, in your mouth, it becomes "not even enough to get stuck between your teeth"?
"Cap... Captain... this... this is already a lot..." Old K's voice was incredibly dry.
He felt like he and the man before him were simply not from the same world.
"Is it a lot?" Wang Pingan curled his lip, wearing an expression that said "have you never seen the world?"
He silently calculated in his head.
Two hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Crystals, at a conversion rate of ten to one, would be two million pay-to-win points.
It sounded like quite a bit.
But what was this amount of money enough for?
Right now, for him to advance from Seventh-Rank Mid-stage to Peak Seventh Grade, he needed a full ten million pay-to-win points!
This two million wasn't even enough for the pocket change!
Not to mention the Eighth Rank, Ninth Rank, Martial Saint, and Martial God levels that followed...
The amount of pay-to-win points needed for those was simply a bottomless pit!
"No, it's too slow."
"Making money at this speed, how long will it take for me to become invincible under the heavens?"
"I have to think of a way to pull off a big job!"
A burning light of "greed" and "desire" flickered in Wang Pingan's eyes.
He looked at the squad members who were still immersed in the immense joy of "striking it rich," each of them grinning like an idiot.
Then he looked at Old K, who was still wearing a dazed expression, completely failing to grasp the situation.
He sighed softly once again.
"Sigh, it seems I still have to take matters into my own hands."
He cleared his throat and then said in a tone full of "earnest advice" and "disappointment in their lack of ambition":
"Old K, your vision is still too small."
"A mere two hundred thousand spirit crystals makes you this happy?"
"Where are your pursuits? Where are your dreams?"
"Do you really want to stay in this godforsaken, desolate base for the rest of your lives, being just a nameless little patrol soldier?"
Wang Pingan's voice was full of provocation.
He was like a cult leader brainwashing his followers.
"Don't you want to?!" Old K was left dazed by these words and subconsciously shook his head.
He had to be joking.
Who the hell would want to stay in this ghostly place where you couldn't even see a woman for the rest of their lives?
He dreamed of returning to the prosperous Central Star Region to live a divine life of wine, meat, and women.
"Then that's it." A gratified smile of "this student can be taught" appeared on Wang Pingan's face.
Then his tone shifted.
In a devilish whisper full of seduction and inducement, he said:
"Since the Three-Eyed Clan can send people here to rob us..."
"Then us..."
"Why can't we go and rob them?"
Boom—!!!
Wang Pingan's words were like a billion-ton mental nuclear bomb!
It detonated with a roar in the minds of Old K and all the "Ghost" Squad members present!
The entire cockpit fell back into a deathly, absolute silence!
Everyone's movements seemed to have been hit by a pause button.
Every one of them had wide eyes and gaping mouths, staring fixedly at the lazy youth who looked as calm as if he had just said "the weather is nice today," as if they had seen a ghost.
Ro... rob them?
Rob the Three-Eyed Clan?!
Crazy!
The Captain is absolutely insane!
Is this a plan a human can come up with?!
That's the Three-Eyed Clan!
One of the three top civilizations in the universe that has been fighting their Human Federation on the interstellar battlefield for thousands of years without a clear winner!
Their technology, their military power, their heritage—which of those wasn't stronger than the Human Federation's?
And their little "Ghost" patrol squad didn't even have an official designation.
To go and rob the Three-Eyed Clan?
What was the difference between an ant trying to rob an elephant?
That wasn't going to rob them!
That was going to their deaths!
"Cap... Cap... Cap... tain..." Old K's lips trembled even more violently than his severed wrist.
He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
He looked at Wang Pingan's innocent face, which was full of "it's only natural" and "why are you so surprised."
He felt like he was about to suffocate.
He finally understood why the higher-ups had sent the man before him to their "Ghost" Squad, which specialized in handling all sorts of "dirty and exhausting work."
Because this guy wasn't human at all!
He was a complete, lawless madman!
"What? Do you have an objection?"
Wang Pingan looked at the squad members who were collectively petrified as if they had been struck by lightning.
His brow furrowed slightly.
His face showed a disdainful expression full of "incomprehension" and "why are you such cowards."
"No... no... I wouldn't dare..." Although Old K had ten thousand curses he wanted to blurt out in his heart.
He ultimately squeezed those five words full of humiliation and helplessness through his teeth.
He had to be joking.
Did he dare to have an objection?
He was afraid that the moment he said the word "no."
In the next second, his own head would be just like that Three-Eyed Clan commander's.
Turning into a pile of dust scattering with the wind.
"Then it's settled."
Wang Pingan nodded in satisfaction.
Then he waved his hand.
With a kingly dominance that brooked no question, he said:
"Target: The Three-Eyed Clan's transport fleet!"
"Our goal is..."
"To steal all their money!"
"To burn all their ships!"
"To kill all... er, forget that last one, we are a righteous force, we cannot kill the innocent indiscriminately."
"In short!"
"Our slogan is!"
"Make money! Make money! And then fucking make more money!"