In the middle of a vast green plain, six people disembarked from a red starfighter, standing next to it.
"What? How could this happen?"
The other five hearing Shen Congfei's warning on the radio channel, their relaxed expressions suddenly changed, looking around at the wreckage of the starships warily.
"I'm not sure of the specifics, but given that they didn't attack us before we landed, but started up after we did, it can only mean that someone is deliberately controlling this whole thing."
Upon hearing this, the other people understood the current situation.
They were somewhat worried but hadn't given up hope.
Since their adversaries had only locked onto them and had not yet initiated an attack, it meant that they still had room for negotiation.
Seeing his crew regain their calm, Shen Congfei also retracted his gaze, looking toward the starship graveyard ahead.
"Shen Xiaoja, can you scan and tell us which starships' weapon systems are locking onto us?"
