In the pitch-black universe,
No.1 Battleship was cruising along.
Wang Hao sat in the cockpit, petting Little White's soft white fur, with a holographic image in front of him. On the screen was a conference room filled with many elders; they were the top brass of the two major federations.
Bing Qiao, the vice president of the Potion Guild, frowned and said, "Wang Hao, do you mean to say that we should sign a treaty with the Alien Race to cede territories and pay indemnities, thereby buying time!?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao quietly lowered their heads, their hearts filled with admiration for Wang Hao to the point of death. He had just finished taking advantage of the Alien Race and, without missing a beat, came to the Human Race to gain more.
Moreover, he was taking advantage of the loophole that the high-ranking officials from both sides were too far apart to converse in person, adopting a policy of deception on both fronts.
