"Yongchang!" A barely perceptible trace of bewilderment showed in Senator Li's eyes. "What exactly is the Proxima Centauri Civilization trying to do?"
Lü Yongchang reached out to support the old man and helped him over to a nearby sofa.
"Honestly, Proxima Centauri's bizarre moves have left my head spinning too." Faced with the old man's confusion, Lü Yongchang gave a wry smile.
"But with this information, we can at least be certain of one thing."
The confusion in the old man's eyes deepened.
"We no longer need to agonize over the so-called chain of suspicion, or wonder how Proxima Centauri feels about us." Lü Yongchang shrugged helplessly. "War between us and them is inevitable."
Inside a disc-shaped building on Proxima b.
Atoka's limbs were securely bound to a frame cast from steel.
This was his execution platform.
Not long before, he had been convicted of crimes against civilization and sentenced to the most severe punishment their civilization had.
All the Proxima Centauri people, including the other Atokas, could watch his entire death through broadcasting equipment.
The doors of the disc-shaped building slowly opened.
Outside, brilliant light blazed.
It was noon, and the surface temperature on Proxima b had reached an "astonishing" thirty degrees Celsius.
For the Proxima Centauri people, this was an extremely high temperature.
But compared with the temperature, the light from their primary star posed the greatest danger.
That light carried extremely intense stellar radiation.
Even with the dense atmosphere and ozone layer acting as barriers, the radiation at noon was enough to cause some degree of bodily harm to an ordinary Proxima Centauri person.
For that very reason, black, which absorbed large amounts of stellar light and radiation, had become the most prestigious color on Proxima Centauri.
Atoka narrowed his three pairs of eyes as he