"What a cowardly piece of trash!"
"He's disgraced Lord of Tyran!"
The group leader shouted and tried to rush out of the bridge, but the captain signaled the guards with his eyes to stop him.
It was not just the group leader. He Chou's other colleagues were stopped as well.
"Stay here and watch." The captain turned back to continue observing the situation in the conference room.
"You call yourself Navy?" the group leader said coldly. "Did you come here to watch a show? The Autumn Wind is a new battleship, forty-two kilometers long, armed heavily enough to destroy an entire planet, an entire world, with conventional ship-to-ship firepower. Yet here you are, captain, standing around watching a show and handing the decision over to someone like him? Hm?"
"Shut up." The captain shot the group leader a glare.
He watched in silence for a while longer.
When He Chou saw that his colleagues had yet to arrive, he directly began a deeper exchange with the ambassador.
Both sides probed indirectly, testing each other's bottom lines and true demands.
On the surface, they still chatted and laughed, looking almost like old friends who had known each other for years.
"He's far better than you." The captain turned to face the group leader. "You're as stupid as the protagonist's superior in an eight p.m. Tyran Sector Terra cartoon. You're good for nothing except getting in the protagonist's way."
Hearing that assessment, the group leader silently glared at the captain.
The captain continued speaking.
"I believe Lord of Tyran had definitely taken notice of this matter, even if it was buried among his mountain of battle reports..."
"Otherwise, why would the Custodian project communications into both your office and mine at the same time?"
"I think Lord of Tyran sent you to