Shi Lang gazed at the shocked expressions and after raising his eyebrow he asked, "Do I have to take over the console?"
His tone was sharp, leaving no room to maneuver. The operator nodded and quickly began to fiddle with the keyboard. He was programming all the defense stations on the ground and the satellites to lock on to the ship entering the atmosphere. Suddenly, the operator said, "Sir, they are hailing us."
Shi Lang sat down in the chair with his knees crossed and said, "Connect."
The operator connected the communication request and a feminine voice echoed throughout the command center, "Are the Terrans planning to go against the Galactic Council?"
Shi Lang replied, "No."
"Then why do your defense systems lock on my vessel?", asked the other party.
