Chapter 1089 This Is Why We Can't Be Friends



All the soldiers looked at each other in dismay. Ajac felt his hair stand on end as he recalled his behavior toward Varian. 'I'm fucked!'

He glared at Captain Andrew with resentment. 'Why are you so weak, you bastard?'

"Y-You will not get away." Captain Andrew looked up into Varian's eyes and spat with non-existent conviction.

If Varian was a rank 1, then Havoc pirates could crush him easily. But rank 2 wasn't so easy anymore. Worse, if he actually happened to rank 3, then even the Havoc tribe might be in danger.

But Andrew didn't think so much. Since there's no way this guy could be rank 1, he's rank 2.

'That means…'

Andrew pressed a button on his shirt inside his white armor.

"Are you treating me as blind or what?" Varian bent down and grabbed him by his horn.

"Y-You bastard! You dare to touch the horn of a Centa—" Andrew's eyes blazed with anger and his horn shone with a brilliant light.

The energy inside Andrew's body increased and his muscles bulged like he'd taken steroids.

Puffing out white breath, he pushed the floor with his feet, breaking the tiles, and shot up at Varian, intending to smash his face.

"Sit down."

But what answered him was Varian's calm voice and his palm.

Andrew felt an overwhelming force push him from above.

BOOM!

Just like a nail hammered into a wall, he was drilled into the floor by the hand pressing on his head.

'The horn improves his power significantly, huh.' Varian examined it with interest, but his gaze sent chills down Andrew's spine. He felt like a lab specimen subjected to the gaze of a mad scientist.

"D-Don't…"

"What?"

"D-Don't do anything, he…he will be here any moment."

"I'm waiting."

And they waited for ten long minutes.

Varian didn't want to escalate things beyond proportion and make enemies everywhere.

So, he wanted to see if he end this enmity here by talking to the upper ranks. If it fails, it fails. It's not like he's using his real identity here anyway.  He's been using a disguise the whole time. Even his aura was faked, thanks to the System.

Finally, the doors once again opened, filling the red parking space with the artificial light of the spaceport fields.

Under the illumination, Varian saw a giant of a man with a tiger tail, waving his hairy arms and moving with his burly frame confidently.

"That's Tiger Chief Typhon, huh." Varian pointed to the newcomer and spoke with his arm around Andrew's neck. "He's exactly how you described him. A caveman who forgot to shave."

Andrew panicked and made an innocent expression.

Typhon ignored him. From the moment he entered, his gaze was fixated on Varian. Others couldn't feel it due to their low strength, but he felt the pressure this young man emitted. He wasn't a newbie rank 2 celestial, but his instincts still warned him to back off.

'This man is dangerous.'

Even then, without learning his purpose, it's impossible to let him go.

If there's even suspicion that this guy would damage their collective interests, they'd have to kill him no matter what.

Typhon was one of the seven chiefs in Proxima. There were only three people above him.

The two deputy directors and the director.

Barring the director who was recently posted here and seemed to be one of those self-righteous hypocrites, the two deputy directors were all complicit in this network.

If things really went downhill, the two deputy directors would take care of everything.

They're veteran rank 2s and the pressure they emitted was way higher than this person's. More than that, Typhon's instincts were damn clear that this guy was less dangerous than them.

Trusting his judgment, the Tiger Chief reached Varian and waved his hand. Instead of attacks, there were two seats facing each other.

Typhon sat comfortably and signaled for Varian to do the same.

"I've heard the story. The young leader of Havoc is indeed cunning and has a grudge against you. He asked me to teach you an unforgettable lesson." Typhon first explained his side of things.

Varian clicked his tongue and hit his forehead.

That guy wasn't a brainless idiot to fight against Varian. Nah, knowing Varian would be in Proxima, he wanted to use the power of Starsafe to crush him.

Moreover, if Varian ended up killing anyone here, then he'd also be making an enemy out of Starsafe.

Neither the security agency nor the Centaurus duchy would be okay with a daylight murder in a space station, no matter how remote it is.

Then, Varian would've enmity with the ruling Centaurus duchy, the foreign but strong power Starsafe as well as the Havoc tribe.

'That wicked, cunning son of a bitch.'

Whoever taught him, taught him well.

"But fighting you doesn't benefit us as much. Rather, we can cooperate in the future, there'll be plenty of opportunities where you can help us and we can help you." Typhon spoke like a politician and a businessman, painting a pie in the air.

'Here it comes…' Varian narrowed his eyes.

"I just want to ensure one thing. What is your identity? How can we be relieved that you won't go against our core interests? As long as you reveal your true identity, we'll drop this matter and I swear that no one else except the director and deputy directors will know about your real identity." Typhon said with a genuine tone.

He really meant everything he said. This was a generous offer for anyone in Varian's position. Objectively, Typhon did his best to de-escalate the situation.

And it would've worked for anyone…except Varian.

Varian would do anything but reveal his identity. No matter how genuine Typhon seemed, Varian didn't want to risk exposing his civilization and race to a foreign power.

Taking a deep breath, the Emperor of Humans said in a genuinely remorseful tone. "That's the only thing I cannot do."

Typhon sighed and the chair under him shattered into fragments. At the same time, two powerful auras descended out of nowhere and locked onto Varian.

"That's the only thing you must do."