Yang Ming smiled without saying a word and calmly ended the call.
That guy was not just peculiar.
...
Thought Space.
Lyu gazed at the dozens of projection screens in front of her, with a row of neatly lined-up doppelgänger toolmen behind her, processing massive amounts of information.
Her boss, host, master, was currently within the Empire's interior, yet she had to withdraw from within the Empire.
The East Wind was too far from her master, already a crisis in itself, making it impossible for Lyu to smile.
Several streams of information simultaneously showed disturbances.
On the projection screen in front of Lyu, two "Sea Urchin" battleships flying side by side appeared.
Several tips on the battleships flashed with light simultaneously; Lyu's surveillance footage was directly lost; the merchant ships she had just infiltrated were now locked on by the opponent.
"Such strong Sea Urchins," Lyu muttered.
