As a newcomer who had only just arrived, Deng Zhengqing showed no stage fright at all. He expressed his opinions frankly in front of everyone, even when they ran completely counter to theirs.
Needless to say, that was an extremely important quality.
"I agree with Colonel Deng's assessment," Captain Nemo said. "The Empire has just lost a fleet. They know full well that the Diamond Nebula hides a tremendous threat, yet they're still mobilizing a fleet on such a grand scale. It strikes me as far too reckless."
The captain had never much liked Deng Zhengqing, probably because the clownish type and the gentlemanly type were natural enemies. But when it came to official business, he was all professionalism.
"Of course, I don't have any evidence either. These are just baseless speculations," he added earnestly. "Perhaps the Sobek Fleet sent out a distress call, but even so, this operation isn't normal."
Marshal Yu was gratified.
At the moment, he was still just a straightforward soldier—uh, just a professional soldier. He hadn't yet fallen (low) so far down the evolutionary (life) ladder that he needed to pit his subordinates against each other to maintain his leadership.
As a passionate, sincere gentleman, he would naturally much rather see his subordinates working together in perfect harmony.
It seemed Deng Zhengqing and the others hadn't disturbed the ship's harmonious atmosphere after all.
Yu Lian glanced at the star map and at how close that icon was to him. For some reason, he felt that if he didn't eat it, he'd be letting down the mysterious arrangement of the Cosmic Spirit. No wonder the other officers were so envious.
He nodded at Deng Zhengqing, hoping the man could offer him some more substantial reasons.
"It's intuition," Deng said, as though that were self-evident.
...He looked