With the crisis resolved, the survivors were overcome with joy and immensely grateful to Ye Wushuang.
Byron, however, felt aggrieved. In fact, he was utterly humiliated and deeply ashamed.
Because at the moment of life and death, he had actually run away.
And just as he was fleeing, Ye Wushuang had stepped forward. With just a few words, he had scared the Interstellar Pirates witless, sending them scrambling away in terror. He had saved everyone and resolved the crisis.
It was also a vicious slap in the face, one so painful it left him speechless.
Now, he was filled with hatred. He hated Ye Wushuang for not stepping in sooner to resolve the crisis. It had made him look like a complete fool, and he feared that from this day forward, he would be branded a coward.
"Coward!"
Sure enough, as the crew members came to their senses, they turned to Byron, their eyes filled with contempt.
"He can't compare to Young Master Ye!"
"And he's not worthy of Miss Sona!"
