The sudden notification left Grandpa Lu and Soap staring blankly at each other. Only after several dozen seconds, when the intelligent system prompted them for the second time about connecting, did Grandpa Lu ask, "Bro, what's going on?"
"You can call me Grandpa all you want. How the hell would I know?" Soap said gravely. "I only read part of this guy's memories. It seems he came here with a team. Maybe his teammates are contacting him..."
"A team? How many people?"
"About a hundred thousand..."
"A hundred thousand?" Grandpa Lu choked. "You call that a team? A whole division only has ten thousand men, right? A hundred-thousand-man team? The Indian Model Car Team?"
"That's what his memories showed. What can I do about it?" Soap retorted.
"What do we do now? Answer it?"
Soap said, "Answer my ass. What if we answer and his hundred thousand underlings realize their leader is in trouble, then come rushing over and turn us into sieves? Do you really think I can kill gods when gods block my way?"
"Damn, then why the hell are you hesitating? Hang up already!" Grandpa Lu hurriedly said.
"What if hanging up makes them fire a missile at us?" Soap countered.
"You damn..."
"Actually, I thought about it. Maybe answering would be better..." Before Grandpa Lu could start cursing, Soap suddenly added that.
Grandpa Lu, who had been about to rip into this stubborn bastard, froze. "What do you mean?"
Soap said, "We just arrived here, and what we lack most is information. Why did the lord withdraw? What exactly happened here? Where did this mecha faction come from? Rather than stumbling blindly around the New Realm, we might as well use this opportunity to fish for some information and find out what happened here..."
"But..." Grandpa