This sentence had already made Brian Clark's decision clear, which dispelled much of Dylan Smith's frustration from the past few days. As long as Brian Clark was determined to join the team, Dylan Smith would do everything possible to deal with those troublesome vice-captains.

“With your word, I’m relieved. You don’t need to worry too much—leave everything to me. After all, I am the vice-captain, aren’t I?” Dylan Smith no longer minded Brian Clark’s “sleepy constitution,” focusing entirely on how to handle things after meeting up with the rest of the Sixth Team.

Chapter 11: What’s Going On?

Seeing that Dylan Smith had finished talking with Brian Clark, Judy Smith rang the bell and entered. “Captain, let me borrow Brian Clark for a bit.”

Dylan Smith waved his hand. “Go ahead, get along well with your teammate.”

After the two of them left, they didn’t show up again until it was time to meet up with the main group.

“Where’s Brian Clark?” Dylan Smith asked.

“Haven’t seen him, probably still with Judy Smith.” Carrie Smith sounded a bit weak. He’d tried several times to muster up the energy to challenge Brian Clark again in the battle room, but heard that Brian Clark had been called over by that bastard Judy Smith to study formulas, so Carrie Smith wisely didn’t disturb them.

“When I brought them food yesterday, I heard them discussing whether a certain formula should be squared or square-rooted. Today, when I brought food again, they were talking about weighted multidimensional matrices. In short, they haven’t slept at all lately. I’m afraid that formula Judy Smith was working on is about to be finished.” Beverly Smith spread his hands helplessly. “It’s rare for Judy Smith to find a ‘kindred spirit.’”

Everyone fell silent—two oddballs. Of course, talents like these were exactly what the Sixth Team desperately needed. If Judy Smith’s formula succeeded, the program they’d write next would be a breakthrough for the team: the starship’s automatic “sentinels” would have much higher target-locking efficiency and shooting accuracy.

But what troubled Dylan Smith was, with so much brainpower spent, didn’t that mean… these two would need a long sleep soon?

Unlike the starship Brian Clark was currently on, the Sixth Team’s main starship was much larger, surrounded by more than a dozen starships identical to the current one.

After docking with the main starship, Dylan Smith went to see his older brother, the Sixth Fleet’s captain, Scott Smith.

Today, Dylan Smith unusually wasn’t wearing his flashy sunglasses and looked much more composed. After receiving the meeting notice, Dylan Smith walked into the conference room.

Dylan Smith sat in his vice-captain’s seat, gazing affectionately at the famous ice beauty Ashley Smith, who was also seated in a vice-captain’s chair beside him. However, she still ignored Dylan Smith’s passionate gaze, and the other four vice-captains were already used to this.

A few days ago, Scott Smith and the five vice-captains (excluding Dylan Smith) went to negotiate a deal with Evelyn Smith of the Dao’angsi family, one of the major families in the galaxy, but the results were not as good as expected. The stalemate continued with no breakthrough. It was indeed difficult to squeeze more profit from Evelyn Smith, and the batch of goods offered by the Pathfinder Hunters’ sub-fleet (also one of the four major hunter groups) was no worse than the Sixth Team’s. The Sixth Team had spent a lot of manpower and resources to obtain that batch of energy ore, all for greater profit. If they couldn’t sell it at a good price, they’d be unwilling to let it go.

The previous two face-to-face negotiations had failed. Judging by Evelyn Smith’s attitude, he was about to make a deal with the Pathfinders. Scott Smith and the vice-captains had been in a gloomy mood for days, as could be seen from the low pressure around them. Today was the final negotiation, and the fact that Evelyn Smith chose to negotiate via video instead of in person showed his intentions. The Sixth Team’s situation was not optimistic. If this didn’t work out, they’d have to find another buyer, but this batch of goods wasn’t something just anyone could handle. Even if someone could, with Evelyn Smith’s precedent, the final price wouldn’t be high.

“Dylan Smith,” Scott Smith, sitting at the head of the table, handed over an electronic tablet. “You weren’t present for the first two negotiations. This contains the basic information from those meetings—take a look.”

“Alright.” Dylan Smith straightened up and took the tablet. As he read, his brows furrowed. Dylan Smith knew very well that to get this batch of goods, the Sixth Team had almost lost a vice-captain, and many vehicles and detection devices had been destroyed. They were asking a high price for the goods, but Evelyn Smith was pushing the price down way too hard!

The more he read, the more irritated Dylan Smith became. He grabbed his water cup and took a big gulp. Suddenly, an image flashed across the tablet’s screen…

“Pfft—”

Dylan Smith sprayed water all over the person sitting across from him, and the conference table was covered in water stains.

Ashley Smith was glad she wasn’t sitting opposite Dylan Smith. The vice-captain who was, already known for his gloomy face, now looked like a storm was about to break.

Everyone had been focused on the negotiation, their minds elsewhere, so no one expected Dylan Smith to suddenly do something like this. Sitting so close, the vice-captain across from him didn’t have time to react and got hit directly.

Under the reproachful gazes of Scott Smith and the other vice-captains, Dylan Smith hurried to explain.

“Ahem… cough, sorry, I got too excited and couldn’t hold it in,” Dylan Smith brought the image back up on the tablet, pointed at the person on the screen, and asked, “Is this really Dao’angsi Evelyn Smith?”