Chapter 37

The silence would have caused any normal man to sweat buckets. The weapons being pulled out slowly by each guest would have caused any normal man to fold. The hysterical laugh coming from the black sun Vigo would cause any normal man to shiver away into a corner. However, I don't respond to these threats well.

Admittedly, it has been a while since the last time I had to respond to something like this. Taking a step back from the public side of the business and keeping my hands clean from the underworld had allowed others with short memories to think that I was easy pickings.

That was the problem, erasing my footprint on the galaxy ready for the Galactic Empire to take over had given me a type of weakness that I hadn't expected, mediocrity.

I was anything but that but my enemies didn't know. They saw a businessman who was ready to be squeezed, and they thought they had done their due diligence in researching me but made the mistake that the Bee who founded Bee Grove and fought against Sith, Jedi and politics was my ancestors and not me. Rena Beenz thought I was a soft fourth-generation descendant and was easy prey. It was time for a very costly lesson.

I pushed my panic button for the third and last time. Within seconds, every door into the banquet opened and in poured a wave of droids. They fanned out and surrounded the room. Each of these droids was my special design of battle asura droids. They were kitted out with the best weapons and energy fields money had to offer.

The surprised look on everyone's face greatly warmed my belly. I'm not above taking pleasure in others' pain but only if they deserve it. Rena Beenz had a confused look on his face, rightly so.

Rena Beenz is one of the highest members of the most powerful criminal underworld and yet he didn't see my droids coming. Moving this amount of droids would grab so much attention that many people would investigate where they were coming from. He doesn't understand that I supply the high-class food with the Eden ships and my company transports the containers that hold the food. My droids are hidden in those containers. There was no way I was going to go and meet a Vigos of the black sun without bodyguards.

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My Asura droids use their four arms to point weapons at the crowd. The silence is one of fear more so than what it was before. I can see many itchy trigger fingers resting on their weapons. However, the one who acts first is Rena Beenz.

With great practice, the Vigo pulls his embossed elegant pistol smoothly out of his holster and points it at me. I honestly expected a monologue of some sort but was surprised when he fired without hesitation. The blaster bolt goes straight through me.

Rena Beenz doesn't hesitate to fire five more rounds while dodging to the left and diving over a table expecting a barrage of weapons firing from my droids. None come and he probably thinks that the droids have deactivated or were poorly built.

The truth is that I haven't ordered them yet. Rena Beenz risks a quick look over his cover to find that the person he had fired on was now flickering and turning into mist.

Again he doesn't understand but that's because he doesn't understand the force. The person he had been interacting with for the last thirty minutes was just a doppelganger of me, one that had been enhanced by my master-level Alter ability. There was no way in hell I was going to be ambushed by anyone. I let my clone take the risk.

My real body is on the ship ready to leave at the drop of a hat. The Vigo stands out of cover in confusion. The answer he gets is his last as all the droids work as one and fire their weapons with accuracy and speed. The place is turned into a precise blood bath as each droid targets four different targets and shoots to kill them. A single barrage of laser bolts crossed the room and met their targets.

As one, everyone in the room drops to the ground with an energy bolt to the head. Only Rena Beenz is left alive and to his credit, he still stands like a proud warrior. He goes to say something but stops as the air in his lungs is pressed upon, he tries to struggle but finds that he can't move. He lifts off the ground and floats in the air. His eyes are looking for answers, dirting from one droid to another. Again, he doesn't understand but the dead don't need to understand.

I fold him up like a napkin using telekinesis. The first snap came from his spine and the muffled scream followed by blood pouring out of his mouth lets him know that he is finished. The follow-up foldings and audio snaps are just for my peace of mind. Rena Beenz has put me in a mighty unpleasant position.

Now I was the enemy of the black suns. They didn't know it yet but even if I got rid of the evidence the black suns would find out. They might just guess and get it correct. The black suns didn't need to get it right they just had to make someone pay.

The reach they had was far and wide. I had a lot to protect but did I cover all of my bases? I don't know and I didn't want to find out if I was weak in certain areas. This was going to be a war. And like any war, I was going to need reliable allies.