Young Master Tang, We Meet Again

If this ship belonged to interstellar pirates, I'd eat the ship whole!

His right hand clenched with crackling joints as he turned, ready to slap him across the face.

But when he saw that terrified expression, he ultimately did not strike—not because he had suddenly become merciful...

It was because the warship in his field of vision, with its distinctive shape and ink-black paintwork, was recognizable to anyone who had been aboard the Sky Carrier that day!

This was clearly the flagship of the mysterious fleet that had escaped from beneath the Tibet Warship's Yamato Cannon.

One hundred and twenty warships had carved a bloody path through an encirclement of twenty thousand vessels. In the end, the flagship had successfully escaped beneath the cannon's fire. Such a record would have been nothing short of a miracle anywhere.

How could he still care about slapping the pilot? His supposedly calm mind actually froze for a moment.

Tang Nashiu looked in despair at the colossal object drawing ever closer. The cannon ports on that savage hull were looming larger and larger.

"Young Master, what do we do? They've put us under an area-wide blockade, and their warship is refusing all communication requests."

The pilot turned back, his face filled with terror.

"Cut the engine thrust and see what they intend to do. Keep sending communication requests until they accept. If they initiate communications, try to stall them. The surveillance satellites must be able to see our situation now. Delay for as long as possible until the ground forces are deployed to assist us."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Tang Nashiu had been right about one thing. A fleet had indeed deployed from the ground, and it was indeed rushing here at top speed.

After checking the records of spacecraft leaving the atmosphere, the Air