Quentin, who had been observing from the side, clenched his toes speechlessly.
"Dr. Emerson, now we should... "
Without thinking, Quentin turned his head to ask Dr. Emerson.
But Emerson had already rushed to the console, concentrating on the ever-changing data before him.
His expression was anxious, his gaze focused, and he didn't even notice someone was trying to talk to him.
Quentin closed his mouth quietly.
Now was not the time to disturb him.
About five seconds later, Emerson turned to Quentin, "General Quentin, I have a request, but I need your permission."
"Go ahead."
Emerson's voice was heavy: "I need the help of the Supreme Intelligent Brain Star. So, I request to re-establish our connection with the Imperial Quantum Main Network."
