I Have an Interstellar Fleet

Hello, I am the Emperor of the Dark Empire.

Due to certain reasons, I was mistakenly teleported to Blue Water Star.

I urgently need a sum of money to launch a signal device into space t...

Chapter 258 Forced to stay

She is very tall, at least 1.85 meters tall.

A pair of round and slender long legs, probably more than one meter long.

An exquisite face with golden ratio.

A slender yet curvy figure.

With her bright almond-shaped eyes and slightly raised proud chin, she walked slowly in high-heeled boots. Although she didn't hold a whip in her hand, her whole body was full of the temperament of a queen.

"Your Majesty, this man said he is the president of the 'Society of Light' and the leader of this group of people." The tall player said attentively like a dog.

"Well, that's good. There are more than 20 people who built a bicycle. They are a team with great potential."

The domineering woman took a quick glance and nodded slightly.

Then, she addressed Zhou Guangyuan in front of her with a condescending and unquestionable tone, saying, "I am the Rose Queen, leader of the large guild Rose Dynasty. Since you've met us here, it means you've struck gold and encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"How about this? You don't have to run around aimlessly anymore. Join us. You'll be the captain of Team 11. Perform well, and the Rose Dynasty will not treat you unfairly."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

Zhou Guangyuan quickly half-bowed and said, "We're just planning on traveling around doing some business, and we have no plans to join other guilds for now. Thank you for your favor, and we'll definitely consider it carefully after this business trip is over!"

"So, you don't agree?"

The Rose Queen's face changed color, and a layer of frost suddenly covered it. A dangerous light flashed in her eyes: "You mean... reject me?"

Wow, wow, wow.

There was a sound of a safety being opened.

Zhou Guangyuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

All around him, there were hundreds of black gun muzzles pointed at them. If he dared to utter "no" again, he would immediately end up as a sieve.

(ps: Oh, the rhythm is a bit "disordered", there are only two or three hundred readers left, there is no recommendation position, and I have been "naked" for almost a month. Recently, my head is full of ideas for new books. I plan to write a good story with my heart, but I don’t know what to do... Can you give me some advice?)