Inside the Little Gray Men's flagship.
The fleet commander at the head of the room watched the Human Fleet steadily decelerate, a gleam of smug satisfaction in his eyes.
"Commander!"
"You must not let your guard down!"
A clamor of shouts came from a corner of the command hall.
His enjoyment interrupted, the Little Gray Men Commander scowled and swiftly turned toward the voices.
Their clothing made it easy to tell that they were low-ranking technicians.
The fleet commander said nothing, merely directing a questioning look at the Little Gray Man beside the technicians.
"Commander."
"They were responsible for assessing the hostile civilization's strength." Under the commander's questioning gaze, the Little Gray Man answered with utmost deference.
At those words, a cold glint flashed through the commander's eyes!
In his view, these assessors had provided the "incorrect" information that had caused the Little Gray Men's fleet to suffer needless losses!
"Commander!"
"Do not act rashly!"
"The enemy..."
Seeing the fleet commander look his way, one technician spoke urgently.
The commander snorted and cut the technician off, speaking in an icy, commanding tone. "Open your eyes and take a good look!"
"They are nothing more than a level two civilization!"
"B-but..." The technician who had just spoken quickly glanced at the large screen ahead.
On the screen, the Human Fleet was completely surrounded by the Little Gray Men's fleet.
Their flagship blocked its only escape route.
At that moment, the Human Fleet's speed was steadily dropping.
Without a doubt, this level two civilization's fleet was already trapped like a turtle in a jar!
"But what?!"
Hearing the technician's objection, the fleet commander's face darkened, and he barked, "Technician 1771!"
"Watch your attitude!"
"Because of the false intelligence your team provided, the fleet has suffered extensive, needless losses!"
"Under Article 113 of