At first, when he heard that "unreasonable" proposal, Chen Jianhong had been unwilling.
The reason was simple.
The Dolphin was the property of Coral City's residents, not his personal possession.
Whether by law or duty, he had neither reason nor authority to take this submarine and join The Alliance.
However—
That said.
Whenever he thought of Sun Yuechi, who was currently living it up in Dawn City, his will of steel could not help but waver ever so slightly.
Why shouldn't he?
He could not help questioning himself.
Even that dear Mr. Administrator—the one who should never have surrendered his responsibilities and obligations—had handed over everything without hesitation, without even furrowing his brow.
And he was merely the captain of a cargo submarine. He was neither a soldier nor responsible for feeding and housing these hundreds of people. What reason did he have to continue a war that was destined to have no outcome?
Besides, this could not even be called a war.
The submarine had no weapons capable of effectively damaging Federation warships. From beginning to end, they had only been taking a beating and hiding everywhere.
He had already had enough of this stifling life and the responsibilities forced onto his shoulders.
Rather than that, accepting the olive branch The Alliance had extended was the right choice.
After all, according to these two, Shelter 70's administrative authority had already been transferred to The Alliance. In that case, there seemed to be nothing wrong with handing the Dolphin, designed and built by Shelter 70's residents, over to The Alliance as well.
It was not like he was surrendering to those thugs from the Southern Islands Federation.
And for the more than five hundred survivors and over fifty crew members aboard the submarine, this was undoubtedly the best choice.
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