Blackbeard gave everyone three days of buffer time in space, and on the morning of the fourth day, he issued a villa broadcast summoning everyone to the main villa for a meeting. Ziye was eagerly anticipating the arrangements for their future lives.

She figured this was a good chance to find a few helpers and sauntered toward the meeting room like a magnate, a tiny sprout sprouting from her head. The meeting room was the last room down the corridor of the main villa.

The corridor stretched fifty meters, and Ziye drifted the whole way. She noticed that although they were all still wearing their old Silver Talisman Star clothes, their expressions and bearing had already changed profoundly.

Back in space, they had all rediscovered their former confidence. The main villa meeting room could accommodate a hundred people.

Ziye found a seat, and the Pervert immediately darted next to her, whispering, "What's the meeting about, Old Black?" He had spent the last three days intensely studying Ziye's bean sprouts and hadn't ventured out, so he was slow to react. Ziye grinned mischievously, pulled a silver card from her pocket, and placed it gently on the table.

"This is your passport. It won't be replaced if lost." "What?" The Pervert froze, then picked up the card.

It was indeed a passport, featuring his photo—a photo painstakingly retouched to make him look magnitudes better than he naturally did. The only anomaly was the name.

He frowned, "Why does it say Shi Pervert?" Ziye spread her hands in an apology that lacked sincerity. "I didn't know your real name, so I had to use your nickname.

Please bear with me if it's incorrect." Of course, her tone suggested she really didn't care. The moniker "Stinky Boy" had been given to her by the Pervert, so Ziye considered this fair revenge.

Hearing it, the Pervert desperately wanted to slap her. However, the Pervert was genuinely delighted.

He had been agonizing over the passport issue since they left Silver Talisman Star. As an ex-convict, his old identity was unusable, and obtaining a new one was notoriously difficult.

He’d been wrestling with finding a place to forge a completely new ID, only for Ziye to instantly sort it out for him! It was truly aid in a time of dire need!

The Pervert picked up the passport, flicked it, and felt the quality was excellent, comparable to the real thing. He asked, "Is this forged or a real passport?" Ziye tilted her chin up.

"Nonsense. It’s definitely real.

Do I look like someone who makes fake documents?" The Pervert was ecstatic. He kissed the passport.

"I strongly disapprove of the name, but seeing as it's a real passport, I won't press the issue." He then held it up high, shouting, "I got a passport! A genuine passport!

Hahahaha!" Seeing the others turn to look, Ziye sighed in exasperation. "You big dummy." When Xiao Xiao saw the Pervert looking so excited, and then noticed Ziye sitting calmly beside him, she instantly realized Ziye had helped him.

She rushed over, her eyes shining like stars, pleading, "Ziye, please help me!" Ziye chuckled, sat up straight, and patted the seat beside her. "Xiao Xiao, don't be formal.

Sit down, let's chat." Xiao Xiao bounced over happily, leaning in with a fawning expression. "Can you make me a passport, please?" Ziye cleared her throat lightly.

"That's not the issue. The issue is, you're staying with Mengya Group, right?

You're going to keep working on the drones?" Xiao Xiao replied instantly, "Is that even a question? What else would I do if not drones?" Ziye was delighted and asked another question, "And you'll keep drawing concept art for my robots in the future?" Xiao Xiao wanted to throw an arm over her shoulder to show her eagerness, but thinking it inappropriate, she retracted her hand.

"Of course. If I don't help you, I'm not Xiao Xiao!" Ziye was overjoyed and grasped his hand.

"I'm counting on you from now on. I'll have your passport ready for you tomorrow." Each got what they needed, and the cooperation was perfectly harmonious.

Having secured her future direction, Xiao Xiao felt much more settled. Sitting next to Ziye, she opened her holographic drawing tablet and began showing Ziye her recent work, her words brimming with the confidence of a successful professional.

Ziye asked her to email a copy of the drafts, just as the meeting commenced. Blackbeard motioned for everyone to sit down.

Seeing that all were present, he began, "I won't waste time with pleasantries. You've had three days to wander, so you should have a general idea by now.

Today, Mengya Group is issuing eight million credits to each of you as startup capital, to be used as you see fit. If you don't want it, you can reinvest it into Mengya Group or lend it to others in need." Eight million wasn't a huge sum, but for thirty-four people combined, it approached three hundred million credits—certainly not a small amount.

He paused, breaking into a wide smile. "A side note: Ziye is the founder of Mengya Group.

This money is hers. I am just responsible for helping her sell robots." The crowd inevitably turned to look at Ziye, who became slightly embarrassed.

She felt she hadn't contributed much to Mengya Group at all and quickly interjected, "That's not true! Forty percent of Mengya Group's capital was invested by Red Hair, thirty percent by the aliens, and the rest is largely thanks to Blackbeard.

I really haven't done much." "You don't need to be modest," Blackbeard chuckled. "I am temporarily managing the operations of Mengya Group.

Right now, Mengya Group needs all of you. So, brothers, step up and join in!" A-Can immediately raised his hand.

"Count me in." Red Hair leaned back in his chair and drawled with amusement, "You don't count. Your mission is to get the Silver Signal working ASAP; we'll use that as our internal communication system later." A-Can was the communications technology expert on Silver Talisman Star.

Now that they were in space, the critical task of restoring the Silver Signal naturally fell to him. It would be a colossal waste of talent to have him working as a laborer at Mengya Group!

Old Dog nodded in agreement, offering strong support. "I'll give you my eight million.

Use it. I expect the Silver Signal completed within one month." A-Can's face immediately fell.

This felt like a forced sale. Tragically, he didn't even have the right to refuse.

Ziye stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "If you don't want to do it, fine, I'll have you dragged outside and dumped." A-Can stared at her blankly for a few seconds, then his expression flipped from gloomy to sunny.

"Oh yeah! I have money!

I can work on the Silver Signal without any pressure!" Everyone else wore a collective expression of bewilderment. They really shouldn't have held high hopes for him; his reaction time was as slow as ever.

Thankfully, the Silver Signal he was developing was an exception—it could propagate faster than light—otherwise, he might have truly screwed them over. After several more people confirmed their future paths, Red Hair noticed Old Dog sitting in thoughtful contemplation.

Coupled with the fact that he had just given his own money to A-Can, Red Hair probably guessed his intentions and asked, "What are your plans?" Old Dog was about to speak after a long silence when the sprout on Ziye's head suddenly shrieked, "Ah! Such a terrifying wolf!" Everyone turned in surprise toward the sound.

A fierce, long-maned wolf was charging directly at the sprout. The wolf had long, pale gold fur, a bushy tail, and two fiercely glowing green eyes.

How could a wolf appear here? Ziye was slightly surprised.

The little sprout, terrified, fell off Ziye's head with a small poof. As the wolf reached it, the sprout scuttled a couple of steps on the floor and then shot upward, flying behind Ziye to hide.

The maned wolf thought the sprout was playing with it and chased excitedly. Ziye quickly jumped aside.

The sprout, shocked that its master had abandoned it at the critical moment, nearly lost control of its bladder. Trembling, it flew and flew until it reached the wall, scrambling up until it latched onto a light fixture overhead, crying pathetically, "Ziye, save me!" Seeing the scene, Old Dog quickly reassured them, "It's okay, it won't bite." He then whistled sharply.

The wolf glanced at Old Dog and stopped its pursuit. The sprout finally breathed a sigh of relief, but its grip slipped, and the tiny seedling on top tumbled to the floor.

The maned wolf saw the round, fluffy ball fall and found it fascinating. It walked over, sniffed it inquisitively, lowered its head, and promptly clamped down on it in its jaws.

The sprout was stunned, trembling violently until its body grew flatter and flatter, eventually flattening into a single layer, playing dead. Ziye hurried over, bravely pried open the wolf’s mouth, and snatched the sprout back.

The sprout wailed, "Little Yezi, you don't love me anymore..." Ziye stroked its surface. "Be good.

Didn't you get along well with Brother Dog's dog before?" The sprout trembled, "But that wasn't a dog, it was a wolf." Ziye spoke gently, "Wolves are canines too. It won't hurt you, be good." The sprout peeked out from Ziye's embrace, glancing at the maned wolf, which was looking back.

It let out a soft "Hmph," then turned its head away. Seeing the entire meeting room staring at it, it became instantly mortified, burying its head in Ziye's embrace and refusing to show its eyes again.

Whimper, whimper, I've completely lost face just now. How can I show anyone my face again?

This sudden farce delighted everyone present, except for Old Dog, who felt deeply apologetic toward Ziye. "He really just wanted to play with it." Ziye waved her hand, indicating she didn't mind.

Ziye was quite embarrassed that her own pet was timid as a mouse. But she couldn't say that now, or the sprout would surely resent her.

Even more so, Ziye would never admit that she was actually terrified of wolves herself! Old Dog recalled the maned wolf to his side, soothed it, and returned to the main topic.

"I plan to become a bounty hunter." He had once been a freedom fighter, opposing the inhumane policies of the Interstellar Federation, fighting for human rights and liberty. After the baptism on Silver Talisman Star, he had long since let go of those abstract ideals.

Currently, he wanted only one thing: to earn money to support his family, and then bring more people out of their predicament. The job of a bounty hunter was simple: take contracts.

Any assassination, revenge mission, or even bodyguard duty was acceptable. Whether the target was a pirate or an official didn't matter.

In short, as long as the price was right, everything was negotiable! Red Hair smiled and extended his hand.

"Old Dog, if I need anything, I'll find you." Old Dog reached out and shook his hand, agreeing instantly, "Deal." For a legion to survive, besides having profitable businesses that generated income, they needed a powerful backing force. Old Dog and Red Hair were determined to develop this aspect, which also served to clear obstacles for the legion to establish a future base.

Ziye smiled faintly, remarking casually, "Brother Dog, if your wolf hadn't scared my little sprout, I would have wanted to gift you a mecha." -RS