Brett Starfield.
Inside the vice president's office of the Cosmic Bank branch on Emil Planet.
Lonke lounged lazily in his chair, sipping the fine tea he had brought back from Earth last time while leisurely browsing the real-time information he had collected on the various races of the universe.
Suddenly, Lonke shot upright, his eyes fixed on one particular piece of news as he checked it over and over.
"Holy shit, did Brother Lin raid the Machine Race's nest? A race-wide extermination order?"
Still reeling from the shock, Lonke immediately picked up the phone and called Lin Mo.
However, the call could not go through.
After thinking for a moment, Lonke dialed another number.
On Blood Wolf Star, also within the Brett Starfield.
The Blood Wolf King received Lonke's call.
"What? Lin Mo has been placed under the Machine Race's race-wide extermination order?"
"That's right, esteemed Blood Wolf King. I can't get in touch with Lin Mo right now. What do you think we should do...?"
"Oh, Lin Mo went to the Primal Void. That number of his can't be reached; you need a special communicator to contact him."
"So that's how it is. Then I'll have to trouble the Blood Wolf King to inform Lin Mo, so he doesn't fall into a Machine Race ambush without knowing what's going on."
"Mm, I understand. I'll tell him in a moment."
The Blood Wolf King hung up and was just about to call Lin Mo through his special communication number when another call came in.
One look at the number, and it was actually Skywing King.
"Hello? Skywing King? What a rare guest. How do you have time to call?"
"Blood Wolf King, why has Lin Mo suddenly been wanted by the Machine Race? They've even issued a race-wide extermination order.