The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 The Human Wall

This was no longer just simple support. It was a silent declaration of sides, a human wall of loyalty and protection built with real action.

In the plainest way possible, they were telling Elizabeth and every vulture watching from the shadows: they had bought the Interstellar Tycoon’s goods, they had eaten them, and they stood by them.

They were right here, watching over her and standing guard for her.

The haters almost coughed up blood when they saw it.

Their attempt to cut the line and stir up trouble had already been blocked. Now even trying to wait for a transaction and question the products had become insanely hard.

So many people had just bought something, and it was obvious they were loyal supporters. The second the troublemakers tried to pick a fight, they would be hit with public outrage and instant pushback.

Online, they could pretend to be “concerned bystanders” and spew nonsense. But offline, facing this crowd of consumers who had personally seen how good the products were and were united in anger, their whole script fell flat. Hell, they barely even dared say it out loud.

‘Damn it… these idiots…” The gaunt man hissed through clenched teeth.

Seeing the mission was about to fail completely, he no longer dared rush in. He could only hide in the distance, open his device in panic, and send an urgent communication request to a contact marked ‘Assistant Zhou.”

At the headquarters of Seafarm Group, in Rufus’s office.

He was sitting there full of himself, listening to a subordinate report that the online backlash was “still raging,” that the topic of “boycott Elizabeth” was still sitting on the trending list, while he calculated how to force the Schofields into signing, take over Mercury Plaza, and push even harder after that.

When his device rang and he saw it was the man he had sent to the scene to keep watch and stir up trouble, he assumed good news had come in. He answered at a leisurely pace.

But then he heard the other side stumbling over their words as they reported what was happening there, saying the lines were packed solid, old customers were backing her with everything they had, every attempt to make trouble had been shut down with ease, and the customers had even formed some kind of “guard team” on their own.

The smug look on Rufus’s face froze at once. Then it turned livid.

“Trash! A bunch of useless trash!” he snarled into the call. “You can’t even handle something this small?”

“Mr. Blanton, it–it’s not that we’re useless. It’s those people… there are too many of them, and they’re all stuck together like one solid wall…” came the scared, aggrieved reply.

“Shut up!” Rufus snapped, cutting him off.

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He had taken the lead in the online narrative, but real purchases and real support from consumers in the real world were the strongest counterattack of all. That made him realize things were slipping out of control.

He could not let Elizabeth finish this stall event smoothly. He had to break it, create chaos, and use some “special methods” if he had to.

A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes. He ended the call with his subordinate and immediately dialed another number: Justin, his brother–in–law.

With Rufus’s backing and money, the guy had clawed his way into a deputy captain post in a public order squad in the lower third district of Centria Planet. He controlled several streets and kept a few shady “brothers” under his command too.

The call was answered almost instantly. A slick, ingratiating voice came through. “Hey, Rufus? What made you call your little bro? What’s the job?”

Rufus had no patience for small talk. He went straight in with an order.

Justin, handle something for me right now. At Mercury Plaza, there’s a woman named Elizabeth illegally setting up a stall and gathering a crowd. She’s selling unlicensed junk with unknown origins, probably oxic too. A huge crowd of clueless people has already gathered there. The place is a mess, and it’s a serious safety risk. Take your men over there now and clear them out immediately. Smash the stall. Seize the goods. And if she dares resist, drag her in on charges of endangering public safety and lock her up for a ew days.”

He paused, lowered his voice, and added an even nastier move. “Also, don’t you know a bunch of street guys who just got out? Send them over first. Let them naturally express a little outrage over poisonous Food and stir up a scene. That way, when your public order squad shows up afterward to stop the listurbance and restore order, it’ll all look perfectly justified. Remember this. Make it big. But in the end, pin the whole thing on Elizabeth. Got it?”

On the other end, Justin didn’t hesitate for even a second. He slapped his chest and promised, “Got it! Don’t worry, Rufus! I’ve dealt with plenty of troublemakers like this. I’ll make sure she gets put in her place. I’ll call the boys over right now and get it done clean. Just wait for the good news!”

After hanging up, a cold, satisfied smile spread across Rufus’s face.

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