Nolan's report caught Hao Ren off guard. He couldn't help recalling that, just moments ago, while chatting with Nolan, they had touched on this very subject—they had been stranded on this planet for six days already, yet the survivors living in the sky hadn't even come down to take a look. At the time, he had thought that was extremely suspicious.
Well, they had finally come. Six days late, but they had arrived with guns and artillery.
"How many are there?" Vivian asked Nolan with a frown.
"Eighteen people. They're carrying various light and heavy weapons, along with detection equipment. Their transport ship stopped in the forest and hasn't moved since. It seems they've set up a simple temporary camp. They look like a well-trained reconnaissance unit with a clear objective."
Hao Ren raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure they're here for us?"
Nolan nodded. "I'm sure. They just swept me with something like radar, but I turned my antenna toward them and flashed it once. It dazzled all their radar systems."
Why did that sound like getting on the road, seeing the car coming the other way with its high beams on, and angrily blasting it with a solar fist...? Had Nolan gotten into too many ship races with people in the past?
N-6 stared blankly at the humans before her as they suddenly grew serious and began exchanging information rapidly. Once again, she couldn't understand what they were saying—Hao Ren's group had shut off their translation plug-in while discussing matters among themselves. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she asked, "What happened?"
"Ah, I was just about to ask you," Hao Ren said, looking at N-6. "By the way, you haven't already sent that recovery signal, have you?"
Although he felt that even if N-6 had sent