One day before the Zerg's full-scale offensive.
Alvin Homeworld Starfield, the second colony, Panbo Planet.
Above Blue Light City, a dense mass of dark clouds churned endlessly, their friction giving rise to streaks of silver lightning dragons...
"I don't think we have any time left. If we don't make a decision now, then once the Zerg break through the defensive star ring, we won't have any choices left..." On the top floor of a twenty-eight-story building, a man in a suit stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the flashing lightning outside as he spoke grimly.
Behind him was an enormous conference room. Around an exquisite, lavish conference table sat three men, their eyes flickering as they pondered who knew what.
"Say something already! The Zerg are about to attack!" After waiting ten seconds without receiving any response, the man angrily turned around and shouted anxiously at the three people by the conference table.
"Rodney, it's not that we don't want to make a decision quickly. It's just that this decision is far too critical. If we decide to betray Alvin, surrender to the Zerg, ambush the military garrison, and cripple the defense system, then if the Zerg lose, we'll be doomed beyond redemption..." The man speaking wore a wristwatch, and along its edge was a line of tiny Alvin lettering—Prada.
This man, Donahue, was the president of the Prada Chamber of Commerce. His assets spanned the entire Alvin Starfield. Yet with the arrival of the Zerg, all of the chamber's branches outside the homeworld starfield had fallen under Zerg control. This should have been an incomparably devastating blow to the Prada Chamber of Commerce, but to everyone's surprise, those branch businesses had not only failed to decline, they had not suffered any plundering by the Zerg either. As long as