The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Efficiency

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Without warning, Blackrat slammed a button on the device strapped to his wrist. A sharp series of mechanical clicks rang out, and in the blink of an eye, a roughly ten–foot–tall mecha enveloped him–an older model with obvious retrofit marks, worn but radiating a brutal, battle–hardened aura: the Iron Rhino.

“Get the hell behind me!” Blackrat roared from inside the cockpit.

The Black Rats members, as if they’d just found their backbone again, scrambled in panic behind the mecha’s massive frame.

Tiffany and Melton’s expressions tightened. Instinctively, they stepped forward, ready to rely on their experience and skill to deal with the mecha.

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Chapter 82 Efficiency

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Only Elizabeth, calmly peeling the skin off a potato, didn’t even bother to look up.

Watching their boss’s Iron Rhino–their greatest source of confidence–disintegrate like it was made of paper, the remaining members of the Black Rats felt their psychological defenses shatter completely.

The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.

They had no idea where the attack had come from.

They had no idea what kind of power had done this.

This incomprehensible, unstoppable force drowned them in fear.

Was the boss important?

Sure. But no one’s life was more important than their own.

Someone suddenly screamed, “Run!”

The remaining 50–odd men scattered like startled locusts, turning to bolt back the way they’d come.

Brotherhood? Loyalty? In the face of absolute death, that was all worthless trash.

But just as they started to move, a calm voice–cool as ice water poured over their heads–rang clearly in

every ear.

“If you wanna die, go ahead and run.”

She didn’t even stand up, still eating her potato at an unhurried pace.

It was just one offhand sentence, yet it felt like invisible shackles had slammed around their legs.

They skidded to a stop and turned back in terror, staring at the woman sitting leisurely at the table.

Then their eyes drifted to Big Guy’s still–warm corpse and the pile of mecha wreckage on the ground. Their throats went dry. Cold sweat streamed down their backs. Not a single one dared take another step.

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