Ziye stared at the single missile remaining in the depot, looking utterly miserable. Facing a swarm of warships, one bullet was utterly useless; they should withdraw immediately.

Just as she thought this, Little Sprout crawled onto her head, dangling as it peered at the black mass of warships on the light screen, excitedly announcing, "Those are ships from Wolf's Den!" Ziye let out an "Eh," looking around to see where they were, and simply zoomed in on the light screen. Only then did she spot the familiar vessels tucked away in the corner.

The other warships instantly became obvious as well. There were ships from the Angel Domain, the Tang Clan, and the Interstellar Federation.

To her dismay, several shuttles belonging to famous military media outlets were also mixed in. Ziye pondered for a moment and immediately understood.

Such a massive mushroom cloud rising over the Ouguang Galaxy couldn't have gone unnoticed; it was natural for them to come for an interview. Her heart settled considerably, and she adjusted her mech back to its normal size and shape.

Just as she finished, a Tang Clan battleship halted directly in front of her. On the light screen, Tang Wen’s refined face was etched with worry.

Tang Wan stood beside him. Ziye was about to speak when the Wolf's Den battleship, tucked in the corner, suddenly surged forward, executing a beautiful tail-slide that forcefully wedged itself between the Tang Clan vessel and Ziye's mech.

Red Hair’s voice crackled through the comms system: "Little Stinky, get on board." Hearing this, Ziye couldn't help but laugh. As expected of Red Hair.

Red Hair’s battleship held the other vessels at bay, deploying a mech docking gangway. Ziye activated her mech and smoothly glided onto the walkway.

By the time the media shuttles maneuvered around the ships, Ziye was already aboard Red Hair's vessel. Ziye exited the cockpit and stored her mech in the spatial button.

Red Hair strode over, trailed by the slow-moving, perverted old man. Before Red Hair could speak, the pervert wailed first, "Little Stinky, my Rose Garden Number Seven is gone!" Ziye calmly replied, "Mhm, I know." The pervert failed to elicit the expected sympathy and continued his lament, "I saw the turret standing tall on the asteroid and quickly brought it down before the media arrived." Ziye smiled at him, "Good job." The pervert wiped a cold sweat from his brow.

"Thank goodness for Little Stinky; otherwise, my rose garden would have been ruined." Ziye held out her hand, chuckling, "Since that's the case, how about some compensation? I nearly lost my life just now being sucked into that black hole." The pervert grimaced in pain, "But I only lost Rose Garden Number Seven..." Ziye made a face at him.

Red Hair, growing impatient listening to the exchange, stepped forward and took Ziye’s hand. "Tell me properly, what exactly happened?" Ziye sat down on the sofa, poured herself a glass of water, downed it in one gulp, and spread her hands.

"I’m baffled too. After arriving at the rose garden, Tang Wen sent two captains to escort Tang Wan over.

They encountered enemy ships on their return journey." A sharp glint flashed in Red Hair's eyes. She opened a hyper-com channel to the head of Intelligence and sent a message: "Help me investigate Tang Wan, her shuttle for today's trip, and those two captains." Ziye’s heart skipped a beat.

"You suspect them?" Red Hair shook her head. "I'm not sure either.

Her arrival time is a bit too coincidental. They just got there, and the enemy followed.

Checking it out will do you no harm. If she's uninvolved, you can remain friends.

If she has ulterior motives, I will personally kill her!" Ziye turned her head away. "I trust her." Ziye appeared more approachable than most people, but she was inherently stubborn.

Red Hair sighed and didn't press the issue further. "Fine, next question.

How did you dispose of the wreckage from those enemy ships? Somehow, the media got wind of the situation and are swarming here.

If this information gets dug up, it won't benefit us." Ziye considered for a moment. "Some of the enemy wreckage was consumed by the black hole.

Additionally, there should be wreckage from seven or eight more warships and a pile of outpost turrets to the north. While they are focused here, quickly send people to retrieve them." The pervert exclaimed, "I came from that direction, and I didn't see any wreckage at all.

None." Ziye looked at the pervert in surprise. The pervert insisted, "Really!

When I received word from Intelligence and rushed over, all I saw was the rose garden with its shield raised and the turret on the asteroid." Ziye suddenly recalled something and asked, "Who was present here when you arrived?" The pervert thought for a moment. "When I secured the turret and came out, I saw two Tang Clan battleships.

There was a little girl on board. Grandpa wasn't in the mood, so I ignored her." Ziye brought up a picture of Tang Wan on the light screen.

"Was it her?" The pervert nodded decisively. Ziye looked at Red Hair.

"The wreckage might have been taken by the Tang Clan." Red Hair mused, "How about this: Pervert, are you willing to publicly announce your identity as the owner of the rose garden?" The pervert hid behind Ziye. "No way!

I don't want to show my face on TV; it’s terrifying! What if they recognize me?

I'll be chased to the ends of the galaxy!" Red Hair clapped her hands. "That’s easy to handle.

I'll find someone in Wolf's Den with a clean background to act as your proxy. We'll publicly claim ignorance about the battleship explosion." The pervert nodded immediately.

"I have no objections." Red Hair continued, "Ziye, in a moment, the three of us will leave mixed in with the crowd of spectating warships. As for the Tang Clan taking the wreckage, let the Vice-Commander or Commander handle it.

How does that sound?" Ziye grinned slyly, "I have no objections either." Red Hair leaned back on the sofa and sighed. "You two...

always making me clean up the mess." Ziye shot her a sideways glance. "Stop trying to fool us.

You clearly wanted to come here to fight, and now that fighting didn't happen, you're in a bad mood, right?" Red Hair burst out laughing. "As expected, only Little Stinky truly knows me!" With the matter handed over to the Legion for handling, the three happily sat down and shared wine infused with roses.

Ziye didn't care much for the alcohol, instead picking out the roses to eat. Noticing beams of programmatic light flashing across Little Sprout's eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "What mischief are you up to?" Little Sprout communicated mentally, That little sister uploaded the video of her fighting battleships with outpost cannons to the light-net.

This Lord is currently covering it up for you. Ziye abruptly remembered Tang Wan saying she wanted all the interstellar community to know about her glorious feat of defeating many with few, and a cold sweat broke out down her back.

She hurriedly asked, "Is it too late to cover it up now? How do we hide it?" Little Sprout, the arrogant emperor, tilted its face up.

"Beg this Lord, and I might tell you." Ziye slapped its head with a "snap," plucked it from her chest, and shoved it toward the wine glass, threatening mentally, Doesn't this wine smell rich and fragrant? Want to take a dip?

Little Sprout became angry, erected the tiny sprout on its head, and emitted a faint electrical discharge, zapping Ziye. Ziye instinctively retracted her hand.

Little Sprout immediately hopped back into her embrace, rubbing vigorously against her chest, and wheedled, That background is universally applicable. This Lord will add some subtle game effects, change the footage to a game scene, replace the warships with generic models, and add gorgeous visual flair to turn it into a game advertisement!

That little sister will just be a game player. Ziye raised an eyebrow and opened the light-net to check Little Sprout's editing results.

Little Sprout boasted, I kept the original version, so you can compare and see just how mentally nimble and skilled this Lord is. Ziye gave it a sidelong glance.

However, after comparing, she had to give Little Sprout a thumbs-up. The video effect Tang Wan uploaded to the light-net was already quite stunning.

She hadn't shown her face either, only occasionally revealing a few fair fingers making the controls. After Little Sprout’s subtle modifications, it looked spectacularly like the most popular current space war game.

Little Sprout declared proudly, "See? Now, even if someone saw the original version, at most they'd think it was game footage before special effects editing.

Am I impressive or what?" Ziye patted its head again. "Good.

Here’s a reward: a Class-Silver Super-Metal flavored teething stick. Take it." Little Sprout glared furiously.

The Wolf's Den battleship quietly departed, mingling with the ships that were merely watching the spectacle. Just after they left, Ritto, the supposed "owner" of the Rose Garden on the Ouguang Asteroid Belt, held a press conference.

Ritto's background was remarkably simple and clean. His father was a flower farmer, and he built his own company, 'Fresh Fruit,' specializing in fruit wholesale and retail, possessing a powerful logistics system that coincidentally resembled the rose garden's operations.

At the conference, he wore a pained expression. "I am deeply regretful that such a major incident occurred at the rose garden, and I happened to be attending advanced studies in Kaga, unable to return immediately.

The rose garden on the asteroid belt is one of my holdings, something I invested immense effort into. However, when I received news of the Ouguang Galaxy's explosion and rushed back to the rose garden, I was horrified to find my Rose Garden Number Seven had vanished!" Ziye couldn't help but chuckle.

"He sounds so genuine." And he only talked about how sad and frustrated he was, mentioning nothing else. Red Hair pulled a cigarette from her case, lit it with her lighter, and smiled.

"The people Big Head finds are getting slicker and slicker." A reporter asked, "Mr. Ritto, why did your rose garden possess something like a turret?" Ritto sighed mournfully.

"I often travel across the galaxy for business and spend little time at the rose garden. Because the Ouguang Galaxy is remote, few people are willing to look after it for me.

To protect my rose garden's safety, I had to establish the most advanced self-defense system in the galaxy and install turrets. However, I never expected to actually have to use them.

To this day, I still don't know the exact reason that triggered the turrets' firing. I expect the Lord of the Ouguang Galaxy will provide me with a satisfactory answer." The pervert clicked his tongue in admiration.

"Oh my, he makes it sound so real, even I almost believed the rose garden belonged to him." Red Hair chuckled darkly, then her expression turned serious. "With something as huge as what happened in the Ouguang Galaxy, including the mushroom cloud, it's impossible to hide it from the world.

The only thing we can do is ensure the incident is disconnected from us." Hearing her speak with such gravity, Ziye couldn't help but ask, "Is something about to happen recently?"