The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538 Everyone Went Crazy

Captain K ground his cigar out hard against the alloy armrest with a soft click.

He looked around at the expectant eyes of his core crew and made the final decision.

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“Notify the whole ship! All non–Seafarm Group hunting contracts, whether they’re already underway or still being negotiated, are to be canceled or turned down! Push them to the very bottom of the priority list!

“Logistics team, start full–scale resupply right now! Our destination is the Ashen Wasteland, the nearest zone with the densest Cluckoo Chicken population!

“From today on, Anvil Hunter Fleet only hunts for Seafarm Group! Tell the boys our lucky break is finally here. Hurt them down with everything you’ve got!”

“Yes, Boss!” excited shouts erupted across the bridge.

Meanwhile, at the Vulture Gang’s base bar in the chaotic Scrap Iron Space Station, the deafening heavy metal music was drowned out by an even louder uproar.

The whole bar erupted into a frenzy of excitement!

Bottles crashed together in the air, cheap synthetic booze splashed everywhere, and the mercenaries pounded the tables, laughing, cursing, and roaring with excitement.

“Fifty percent! A freaking 50%! Has Seafarm Group completely lost it?”

“Am I seeing this right? We can make this much money just by hunting a few Cluckoo Chickens? We used to have to risk our lives hunting Cragclaw Beasts to make that kind of profit!”

“What the hell are we waiting for? Accept the job already! If we’re too slow, all the prime spots will be gone!”

“Bartender! Another round! Bring out the good stuff! Today’s tab is on me! Hahaha!”

The Vulture Gang’s captain, Grimscar, a man whose face was marked by a vicious vulture tattoo, leapt onto a wobbly table, hifted his liquor–dripping cup, and roared until his voice nearly gave out, “Boys! Listen to the hell up!

“From today on, to hell with all those bullshit escort jobs and exploration contracts! Toss them all into a black hole! From now on, the Vulture Gang only does one thing, and that’s hunting for the Seafarm Group!

“Hunt Cluckoo Chickens! Hunt Redhogs! Hunt Starhorn Cows! Clear out every last nest for me! Turn them into money! Turn them into mountains of stellar coins! That way, we can drink the strongest booze and have fun with the wildest girls! Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Long live the Vultures!”

“Hunt for stellar coins!”

The moment Grimscar finished speaking, the whole bar plunged into complete madness.

Communicators started ringing nonstop as the team members hurried to contact their families, their friends, or call off the jobs they’d already taken.

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10:53 am

Chapter 338 Everyone Want Crazy

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this point, the space station’s mission hall was probably packed wall for wall. Every registered hunting team still capable of taking on jobs had the same target, and that was Seafarm Group’s hunting bounty!

Meanwhile, in the distant, lawless. Scavenger’s Trail sector, countless smart time scavenger hunters made a living, including plenty of lone operators.

They didn’t have proper ships, just battered, armed shuttles or self–modified civilian vessels.

They scraped by on experience and luck, combing the dangerous outskirts of waste planets for small prey the bigger teams ignored or rare ores they could sell.

To these desperate people who were barely getting by, Seafarm Group’s announcement landed like a blessing from heaven.

The communication channels exploded with excited shouts and frantic questions in every kind of accent. Their voices nearly cracked with excitement as they shouted over one another.

“Hey! One–Eye! Did you see the announcement? Is it real? They’re paying per Cluckoo Egg and raising the price by 50%?”

“Damn it! I just found a nest of Cluckoo Chickens in Venomfang Valley! I was worried I couldn’t find a major buyer! Seafarm Group is basically handing out free money!”

“Shit! I just took a job escorting a smuggler ship to the kingdom’s core sector, and I’ve already accepted the deposit! What do I do now? The penalty will kill me!”

“Penalty, my ass! Compared to Seafarm Group’s bounty, that penalty doesn’t even mean shit! Cancel the job now! I’ll wait for you in the Rust Belt. Looks like there are signs of Cluckoo Chicken activity here, too!”

“Be careful! The announcement says we can only sell to Seafarm Group! Don’t think about secretly selling to that Tycoon Farm or whatever. Seafarm Group will kill us for this!”

In the face of such huge profits, every risk and warning got shoved aside.

Countless worn–out airship engines began warming up, and their crude weapons were wiped down and checked over and over again.

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