As Yang Ming and Kolev prepared to confront the Kimo Group,
the serene expanse of space witnessed a silver-white battleship, nearly a kilometer in length, gliding across the starry sky. Its teardrop-shaped design and the almost flawlessly smooth curved surface of its hull showcased technology far advanced than the average level of civilizations in the Milky Way.
In a corner of the bridge, Lina, now donned in a silver-gray alliance uniform, gazed absently at the screen in front of her.
She was reflecting on the remote inquiry she had just undergone.
"Lina, as a Level One Intelligence Officer, we will activate the brainwave detection device during the following inquiry. There is a ninety-five percent chance that any lie you tell will be detected. Please do not overthink and answer questions without using any embellishments, as they could affect our judgment."
"Yes, I will answer all questions truthfully."
