"Galaxy Aristocrats Beta Planet Elders, welcome the Top Operatives." As the most senior, Old Elder promptly led everyone and greeted the Top Operatives when they alighted the spacecraft.
In front of the Top Operatives, strength did not matter. They could never be stronger than them. Hence, it looked better if they stood according to their age.
"Humph." The person leading the ten Top Operatives was a middle-aged man with silver-white short hair, brown skin, two white stripes on his face, and stood at 1.9 meters tall. He humphed and ignored the greeting. "None of this nonsense. Find a place and we'll tell you our conditions. Settle the rest on your own."
Seeing how they spoke about listing their conditions directly, the Old Elder's heart skipped a beat. He nodded his head helplessly. "Sirs, please come this way."
The group of people entered the Elders' conference hall.