Kolev would never know what went through Yang Ming's mind when he faced the Dreadnought high above.
But Yang Ming could easily tell just how flustered the old man by his side was right now.
The old man's mouth just kept blabbering on and on, madly spouting the chaotic thoughts that were sprouting in his heart.
"Oh, poor Hanton, we can't escape! It's a Dreadnought, an Imperial Dreadnought, the second most powerful type of ship. It can even blast this planet to pieces; they really might do that."
"No, no, no, that's not right, an elephant doesn't notice the ants at its feet, they won't find us, right?"
"To think of my life, if I were to die under the guns of an Imperial Dreadnought, that too would be an honor."
"... Yet I still couldn't see the day my daughter got married and had a bunch of little pirates."
"Hanton, I can't die like this, I still have so much money left to spend, I..."
