Not of Our Kind

The Captain left the Small World with his mind in a complete mess, even his steps somewhat unsteady.

He tried hard to sort out his thoughts, wondering how he should discuss this matter with Xia Qingjun later.

The farther he walked, the clearer his thoughts became. "Although Mr. Feng Cheng's proposal sounds somewhat absurd, on closer thought, there really isn't anything wrong with it! After all, humanity today was no longer the humanity of the past.

In the war against the Eight-Armed Tribe, humanity had gradually gained a certain advantage and found its footing. To be honest, the Compound Eye Clan's current capabilities amounted to nothing more than a super Probe that could help us monitor the Eight-Armed Tribe's every move, while also stealing their latest technologies...

It sounded extremely important, indispensable even, but compared to the usefulness of the Compound Eye Clan to humanity, the threat they posed to humanity was even greater.

After all, humanity, now holding a certain advantage, needed more than anything to maintain the current situation. Yet at some point in the future, the Compound Eye Clan might completely side with the Eight-Armed Tribe, hand humanity's technology over to them, and destroy the current balance. That would be the true disaster...

It would be better to seize this opportunity created by the split, take them down, and bring them completely under our control.

That way, the Compound Eye Clan could still serve as our Probes, while we would no longer have to worry about them betraying humanity and turning the tables on us..."

The more the Captain thought about it, the lighter his steps became. He practically strode along with the wind whistling around him.

When the Captain met Xia Qingjun, he said excitedly, "Leader, I have something important to discuss with you!"

Xia Qingjun