In a study on the right side of Likas Imperial City, Ye Luo sat across from the old man.
Outside the study, two mech warriors and Ye Meng's group were trying to kill their enemies with their eyes.
"Hey, old man..."
"What do you mean, old man? My name is Farol. Honestly, young people these days are getting more and more rude..." Farol wore a pained expression, as though grieving over the decline of society and the loss of old virtues. When this old man fought, he had all the bearing of a true master, but the moment the fighting stopped, he immediately turned into a sleazy old geezer.
"Old man Farol, tell me why you're here..." Ye Luo never held back with his words.
Farol rolled his eyes hard. In the end, he still had not escaped those glorious two words: "old man."
The old man mysteriously winked at Ye Luo. "Blade Blood saw the entire process of your conquest of Likas..."
Ye Luo's heart sank, but his face showed an expression of, I knew you knew. "So? The Zerg are pretty strong, aren't we..."
The old man chuckled. "Not bad, of course. If you were even a little weaker, I would have brought a fleet rather than a proposal for cooperation..."
Ye Luo curled his lip. "A fleet? Keep bragging. Even the level-four Barton Civilization only has one fleet. If you had a fleet too, Barton wouldn't have driven you all the way here..."
The old man's expression immediately darkened. After all, no one felt good about having an old scar poked. Yet he did not fall out with Ye Luo. Instead, he sighed wistfully. "If we had known how to endure back then, perhaps we really would be sharing the Barton Starfield with Barton today. Kid, there's