Just as everyone was marveling at a certain someone's selflessness and noble character, a soldier suddenly hurried in through the door.
"Report! Latest news from the front!"
"Hm? Speak!" Ishar frowned.
All the news from the front had been bad lately. Hopefully, this would not be another disaster.
"Ma'am, the enemy just sent an unencrypted message requesting a conversation with our highest-ranking commander!"
"A conversation?!"
Everyone froze, their faces filling with surprise.
The enemy had always ignored their attempts at communication, their attitude practically screaming, "Don't talk. I just want to kill you." And now they were initiating contact to request negotiations?
"I'm afraid... they've come to lay their cards on the table," Beckman suggested.
If their earlier actions had not been aimless, then they very likely had another objective.
Ishar considered for a moment. "Whatever the case, let's first see what they actually want."
Soon, Kloros's image appeared before everyone.
"You must be Ishar. A pleasure to meet you." Kloros smiled, baring his fangs.
It was hardly surprising that the Locke Conglomerate had learned of Ishar's promotion. This was Twin Stars' home turf, after all. Capturing a prisoner or two to interrogate could not have been easier.
In terms of intelligence, the Locke Conglomerate held an overwhelming advantage.
"Kloros, forgive me, but I can't say it's a pleasure to meet an invader." Ishar's expression hardened slightly.
"Uh..." Kloros's smile stiffened.
It was not her sarcastic tone that caught him off guard, but the fact that she had addressed him directly by name.
He had not introduced himself, and she had not even phrased it as a question...
Did that mean they had probably already obtained a photograph of him?
Kloros reacted quickly, schooling his expression and putting his smile back on.
"Heh! Your intelligence capabilities impress me rather