From the relatively small window of the video conference, Yuan Wuwei seemed able to see the lingering light cast by the Deep Blue Cluster into the rotorcraft's cockpit.
He seriously suspected that if he shouted here, there was a chance the Deep Blue Cluster could hear him.
Of course, there was no need to go around in circles like that. If he shouted, "Ronan, you brat, Grandfather is here," he might just get struck dead by lightning.
Yuan Wuwei was not letting his imagination run wild. He simply wanted to find a way to figure out what Joker was doing at the underground engineering camp, whether something had happened to Songkan, and, if it had, how to settle it.
Given the current situation, drawing greater attention from the surrounding Extraordinary Species to this matter—naturally, getting Ronan to notice it—was the best method he could think of...
Then again, did Ronan actually know?
Yuan Wuwei could not comprehend the upper limits of an Extraordinary Species' perception, especially Ronan's. At such a critical moment, relying on something he could not understand just did not feel right... Hmm, and risking his own life did not seem worth it either.
After pondering for a long while, he finally came up with a method that seemed workable, yet also seemed rather unreliable.
He sneaked a glance at Tu Ge. Seeing that the man appeared to have stopped paying attention to him, he cautiously performed a "dual-window" operation—the contents of the Live Stream Room on the projection interface remained untouched, but he opened another page, logged into his account, and topped it up in one smooth motion without wasting a second. Then he used the tipping function...
Damn it, the tipping channel was not open.
He could only settle for the next best thing, using every