Ye Luo was tempted.
He could not help being tempted. Five thousand years of Chinese history had taught him that turbulent times created heroes.
It was a hundred times easier to break free amid a chaotic interstellar environment than under an orderly one!
So, if the Barton Civilization truly launched an ambitious war against Alvin, he would not mind taking advantage of the chaos to get involved and make a killing!
Ye Luo looked at the old man, his gaze turning profound. "Old man, there are plenty of Level 3 civilizations in the Barton Starfield. For a collaboration on this scale, there's no need for you to seek out a primitive race like us that hasn't even received Level 3 civilization certification..."
The old man glared at Ye Luo. "I've already laid everything out so plainly, yet you're still being so hypocritical. That will make our cooperation difficult. Yes, your Zerg may not yet have Barton's recognition, but the fact that Barton sent two Level 3 civilizations after you already proves how seriously they regard you... Besides, would I have come to meet you personally without investigating first? Hmm, His Majesty Ye Luo of the Huaxia Empire?"
Ye Luo had only used the name Huaxia while on Gabs Planet. Clearly, the old man was indicating that he had been to Gabs and had already learned about the Zerg's rapid rise.
Ye Luo took a sip of Hapi beer. "They say old age brings wisdom. Looks like that saying is true. Fine, since you understand our Zerg, then you should know that to wage war and build up a fighting force in a short time, we need energy—mountains of energy!"
The old man looked as though he had expected this all along. "Five million energy blocks!"
"Are you brushing off a