Chapter 295: Empire General He Was Again Forcefully Hit On 23

He spoke with confidence, as if he didn't worry at all that Qiao Yisi would refuse.

Before Qiao Yisi could answer, someone beside Weite took out an iron box from his spatial ring in front of everyone.

"This is one of the Empire's latest research projects; it can speed up the development and use of barren star resources and also minimize damage from various dark matter energies on barren stars."

His words were somewhat arrogant.

Who would have thought that the people on the Federation's side, upon hearing this, exchanged glances and couldn't hide their smiles.

The Empire indeed kept its consistent style, using threats and bribes without omission, fearing others wouldn't know they were skilled at this.

Qiao Yisi didn't even glance at the contents of the iron box, merely leaning back slightly with a look of contempt.

"Deserting the battlefield—where's your evidence?"

Yalikes also looked over curiously, wanting to know what evidence the Empire could produce besides Steven's one-sided account to prove he was a deserter.

"This is an affair of the Empire's Military Department; after all, it's not something glorious, so please don't trouble yourself, Mr. President."

Weite changed the subject, having no intention of bringing the evidence to light to resolve the matter.

Qiao Yisi chuckled lowly, "Then let you handle this matter yourselves."

He spread his hands, began checking his smart brain, seeming to no longer want to deal with this; this attitude pleased the Empire's side.

Yinen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Yalikes's fate was now certainly death.

"What do you want then?" Yalikes finally spoke.

"Originally, the plan was, according to Yixiduole's wishes, to bring you back to the Empire for a trial."

Facing Yalikes, Weite's sense of superiority as a duke rose again, his expression arrogant: "But lately there's been a lot of gossip; even if we bring you back, it would only bring unnecessary shame to the Empire."

Yalikes nodded, his expression unchanged: "So?"

He sat upright, his aura fully open, his body slightly leaning forward.

This posture easily makes the opposite side feel great pressure; the mustachioed man beside Weite unnaturally puffed out his chest and produced what he held.

"Since you dare betray the Empire, as a soldier you fled the battlefield, were captured as a prisoner, and still entangled with other officers—there's no way to know if you leaked Imperial secrets." He painted Yalikes as utterly guilty.

"Our duke means that returning to the Empire you don't know what hardships await; in consideration of your past contributions, we'll leave you a whole corpse—take poison and kill yourself."

After he finished, Weite nodded twice, his smile scornful and arrogant.

Yalikes gave a sardonic light smile, arm resting on the table, eyes down on the mustachioed man: "What's the point of saying all that high‑minded nonsense? Just say there's no evidence, so you can't convict me—let me kill myself and be done with it."

"Isn't that much simpler?"

He glanced at the unexpectedly quiet Steven in the corner: "During my time in the Federation, who knows how many times the Military Department's office has been searched? You still can't find any leverage on me—you're truly useless."

Steven couldn't fail to know these words were aimed at him; his past deeds exposed, he felt a flash of shame and anger, about to lash out, but seeing Qiao Yisi sitting motionless nearby, he held back.

With Duke Weite present, I just need to sit back and enjoy the results.

"Yalikes, is this how you speak to me?"

As expected, the Duke of Weite, who boasts of noble birth, could not tolerate this provocation, slammed the table: "Don't forget you're still an Imperial citizen, a criminal in custody!"

"I want to see Yixiduole." Yalikes no longer even wishes to address His Majesty; his tone lacks any respect.

"Impossible! Your return to the Empire would be a disaster!" Weite snorted coldly.

"Does the duke mean that if Yalikes is a criminal of your Empire, he cannot speak with you as an equal?"

Qiao Yisi suddenly spoke, as if he'd thought of something amusing; after receiving Weite's affirmative answer, he became even more satisfied.

"So now, as Jin Chen's fiancé and the future General's wife of the Federation, he comes to talk with you."

As the words fell, the people on the Federation's side immediately rose, standing behind Yalikes, coldly staring at the Empire's negotiating team.

"You! You all!"

"What 'Youyou'? You want to kill my people without even looking at what you are."

The conference hall's main gate opened again; Jin Chen, having watched the whole proceeding and unable to bear it any longer, strode in shouldering a Quantum Magnetic Storm Light Blade, the blade pointing straight at Weite's throat.

"Say it again—what do you want him to do? Take poison and kill himself?"

He kicked the conference table, spilling tea everywhere: "I spent so many resources to save him with great difficulty—do you just want to kill him?"

At the same time, the welcoming party behind Jin Chen also drew their weapons, aiming at Steven and the others.

The Federation's side had long grown accustomed to this; some even thought today General Jin Chen had become restrained, kicking the table instead of the outspoken duke's head.

But in the eyes of Imperials, this was nothing short of a heaven‑defying act.

Duke Weite had never seen such a scene; he shakily scooted his chair back, his voice trembling.

"You… you're crazy!"

"I think you're the crazy one—openly ordering the Federation's future General's wife around on their turf and even demanding she kill herself; are you trying to start a war between Empire and Federation?" Jin Chen's tone grew colder; the last half was directed at the mustachioed man.

"If you want to put a high hat on him, then make sure it's fastened tight."

"Yinen and Steven are clueless; I see you, as their father, are also a fool."

Empire diplomat Molisi: "……"

He silently covered his face, looking at his old friend Qiao Yisi; with the latter's amused gaze, he withdrew from the scene, uninvolved, hiding in the corner.

Yalikes also didn't expect Jin Chen to charge in like that; he stared, then looked at Qiao Yisi: "Uncle? He……"

"It's fine; let him go. Getting angry here is better than bringing people to charge the Empire's main star and start a war."

Qiao Yisi nonchalantly took the teacup rescued by the clerk and took a sip.

His words landing in Weite's ears were no less than a thunderclap out of the blue.

If Yixiduolei knew he had come to negotiate, not only failing to bring Yalikes back but also letting the Federation bring troops to assault the main star, even if he were his own brother he could not escape death!

"No…… it's all a misunderstanding."

Weite had never felt so humiliated; now he could only grit his teeth and endure.