Zhong Lizi could not understand this exchange, and Jiang Yuxia and Flower Creek were even more lost in a fog.
The three girls looked at Jing Jiu's figure by the window and suddenly felt as though he was about to leave.
Because of her family, Ran Handong had been deeply interested in the shadows of history since childhood and knew of the organization connected to "Butterfly." Hearing the conversation between Jing Jiu and that man, she naturally recalled the two previous assassination attempts against him. She could not help growing nervous and asked, "You... what are you going to do?"
Jing Jiu did not answer her question. He looked out at the universe beyond the window, his gaze settling somewhere far beyond sight.
At the other end of that expanse, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, stardust reflected a faint glow, making the silhouettes of the two warships look even more terrifying.
The warship in front was black all over and looked somewhat old, like a giant sword that had not left its sheath for years.
In the command room at its bow, hundreds of service members observed and analyzed data at their stations. On the higher second level stood an enormous chair.
The chair had been made from a huge piece of blood jade, its armrests carved into the shapes of two dragons. It was exceedingly lavish, somewhat extravagantly so.
The middle-aged man sat quietly in the chair. His silver-rimmed glasses reflected the faint light outside the window, concealing the emotions in his eyes.
An alarm sounded throughout the warship, but it was not particularly shrill, nor was there any worry on people's faces.
The Blazing Sun Warship was billed as the Alliance military's newest and most advanced warship, but beside this one, it was like a clumsy child.