Lalin Ulrich's expression was quite grim.
As a Planetary Governor, and especially as the governor of a small, poor planet like Eagle Horse III, he hardly mattered in the grand politics of the entire Empire and the Star Sea. Anyone could trample on him.
But after all, he was a Planetary Governor.
Ordinarily, he didn't often deal with the political structure beyond his planet—except for the Imperial Tax collection every two years.
At other times, he was the 'Emperor' of his planet, the kind whose word was law.
He rarely encountered someone who would speak to him without courtesy, in a tone tinged with threats.
Thus, his displeased expression.
However, displeased as he might be, as angry as he felt, if he really had to firmly say "no", he still didn't dare.
The fate of the Star Zone Leader of the Purple Horse Sector, the Governor of Baishuo Star, was still vivid in his mind.
He still clearly remembered the might of the Alliance Army during the ongoing Beastman War.
