For everything given, something is always asked in return.
Gao Gong was certain that the other party had something they needed him to do.
Otherwise, after fighting him and exchanging interstellar communication codes, the other party wouldn't really be so bored that they had nothing better to do.
Sure enough, before two days had passed, the communication code was activated, and Guilliman's virtual projection appeared in the room.
"Your Excellency, we meet again." Gao Gong put on an extremely respectful act.
"Looks like you knew I had something to discuss with you?" Guilliman said.
"I had some idea. After all, someone as important as Your Excellency wouldn't deliberately give me a private communication code for no reason."
"Yes. You owe me a favor."
"Uh... that's right. If Your Excellency hadn't let me pass, I might still have been subjected to your side's inspection. For all I know, some of my biological weapons might even have been confiscated." Gao Gong was startled, then figured that since it was only a verbal favor, he might as well force himself to owe one.
"That's not what I meant."
Guilliman shook his head and waved a hand. A projection of a 'ghost ship' appeared in his palm.
Wasn't this the ship that had previously been suppressed by the air bubble?
"Have you heard of the 'Hand of Black Dimension'?"
Without waiting for Gao Gong to answer, Guilliman continued:
"It is an interstellar terrorist group as infamous as the 'Liberation Society.' Like the Liberation Society, it has gained notoriety by carrying out terrorist actions throughout interstellar society and causing massive casualties."
"The difference is that the Liberation Society pursues only the 'concept of death,' while the Hand of Black Dimension's terrorist actions are more often sacrifices—sacrificing lives to a special dimension and gaining the blessing