The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539 A Lot of Money

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The few teams that remained were either trapped in contracts with heavy penalties they couldn’t abandon immediately, or they worked in other dangerous but lucrative fields like security, transport, and assassination.

By throwing out a ridiculous amount of money, Seafarm Group had dragged the sector’s entire mercenary market firmly toward hunting.

The money bomb Seafarm Group set off didn’t merely stir up a little movement in the profit–driven mercenary world. It unleashed a full–blown tidal wave.

Nearly every armed group that could venture deep into the waste planets was tempted by the outrageous reward. Like sharks catching the scent of blood, they surged toward the vast and perilous wastelands of the Outer Sector.

Their objective was straightforward. Find Cluckoo Chickens, find Redhogs, and find Starhorn Cows!

Turn every one of them into a constant flow of stellar coins!

As for where those hunted creatures would end up, whether this would wipe out another rising farm, or whether it would make life even harder for some planet’s civilians? None of that was on these profit–hungry mercenaries‘ consideration.

They didn’t care where the creatures ended up. They didn’t care if their hunting destroyed another new farm or made life even

harder for civilians on some distant planet. None of it mattered to these profit–hungry mercenaries.

Money! They want money!

Money from Seafarm Group!

A lot of it!

That was all that mattered!

Fueled by the massive bounty, an unprecedented hunting frenzy swept across the sector’s wastelands, with bloodshed and madness marking its beginning.

“Well, what a coincidence! Clara, don’t tell me you guys also took Seafarm Group’s bounty and came out here to hunt Cluckoo Chickens,” Nathaniel, who only had one arm left, looked at Clara and her group and said with a smug grin.

Just my luck. Of all people, I had to run into him here, Clara thought.

She and her group had picked a waste planet at random for the mission, yet somehow, they still ran into Nathaniel

The sight of his ugly, smug face made hot–tempered Olivia want to charge over and smack him flat.

But Nathaniel wasn’t done yet. His taunting voice rang out again, “Oh, look at me. I almost forgot. You people work for Tycoon Farm now, and they’re Seafarm Group’s sworn enemy. Even if you want to hunt those creatures, Seafarm Group won’t buy from you.”

Nathaniel’s smug, nauseating voice carried across the biting wind of the waste planet.

With his only good hand, he smugly patted the hood of a new armed off–road vehicle beside him.

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Chapter 539 A Lot of Money

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It had been bought with the bonus the team had redistributed after Clara and the others left.

“Tsk, tsk. Look at how brake you all look,” Nathaniel drawled on purpose, his gaze sweeping over Clara and the others‘ rather shabby mecha.

“You followed some vegetable seller, and now you can’t even get decent mecha? You’ve really gone backward in life! Oh, right.”

As if he had only just remembered, he exaggeratedly slapped his forehead and said, “You’re Seafarm Group’s enemies now! Even if you begged me right now to let you become Seafarm Group’s lapdogs, they’d still think you’re too filthy!”

Some of the Black Panther Squad members behind him looked embarrassed, while others laughed along. Clearly, thanks to his brother–in–law’s connections, Nathaniel had regained his footing in the team and had grown more arrogant.

“Nathaniel, shut your filthy mouth! Say one more word, and I’ll tear it off right now!” Olivia’s temper flared instantly.

The engine of her exoskeleton armor let out a low hum, and the hydraulic rods at the joints snapped tight as she prepared to charge.

Felix and Rocket both looked furious, their hands already resting on their weapons.

Clara pressed a hand onto Olivia’s shoulder. Her gaze was as cold as a blade as she looked straight at Nathaniel. “Look, a spineless dog who survives by wagging his tail and begging for scraps actually thinks he can bark at us? How funny!

“Seafarm Group’s bounty? Hah. We at Tycoon Farm aren’t desperate enough to lick up the scraps Seafarm Group throws on the ground. Take your new toy and get out of our way. Seeing your face brings bad luck.”

Clara’s sharp words hit Nathaniel exactly where it hurt.

The smug look on his face froze at once, replaced by humiliation and resentment after she exposed his most painful weakness.

The humiliation was so intense that even the stump of his severed arm seemed to twitch.

“Clara! Do you fucking want to die?” Nathaniel snapped, pointing right at her face. “You think you’re safe just because you latched onto that little farm owner? Keep dreaming!

“Do you know how much money Seafarm Group has poured into this? Across the whole sector, more than 90% of the mercenary teams only care about Seafarm Group’s bounty now! Everyone who can fight is rushing to the waste planets!

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