"Just as I thought, the Enterprise has already taken action. These announcements really do fit their rules."
It was nearly midnight. Only moonlight spilled across the River Surface.
Half-reclining on a deck chair at the bow, Su Mo swiped across the tablet in his hand, reading the translated messages one after another.
As an organization that had risen from near obscurity to become one of the three giants spanning the Blue Planet, the Enterprise's core means of survival was a set of strict, almost abnormal rules.
But this was nothing strange. Any company that had grown large and strong enough to last a century, any venerable establishment, or even any inconspicuous family shop passed down through generations, would have rules that outsiders found bizarre.
Rules were standards of conduct.
With standards of conduct, uncontrollable risks could be suppressed to an acceptable level.
And a giant like the Enterprise, which had stood firm for centuries, naturally possessed all kinds of rules that inspired awe.
The current probing seemed almost childish, even copying the operating patterns of the Mole People's shelter.
Yet Su Mo understood extraordinarily well that once the Enterprise realized the Wasteland's true nature, what everyone saw then would probably be the real Enterprise.
A super-technological force that had fought for and seized one-third of that vast planet!
Of course, there was no need to worry excessively. Su Mo was not particularly concerned about the future.
Compared with the great threat posed by the other races, the Enterprise, being made up of humans like them, was clearly a much smaller threat.
Besides, although Hulai City was a city under the Enterprise's rule, the Enterprise was far more than just Hulai City.
As long as Adam was prevented from continuing to use his "kind assistance," there was no need to worry