Gu Yu?
Gu... Yu!
It took a few seconds for the commander to realize the significance of this name, his fingers trembling as he raised the binoculars again and looked towards the man from the East.
Yes, it was indeed the face he had seen many times on computers and in files.
"What do we do now, sir?"
The soldier with his finger on the launch button was totally baffled and, driven by an instinctive bodily reaction, felt compelled to press it. Yet a shred of calmness and reason tightly held back this impulse.
Fire! Fire! Kill him! Kill him! By doing so, The Kingdom of Jushi would lose a key player, and Big Sam's pressure would be greatly alleviated.
We can't fire! We can't fire! No one could guarantee that, before firing, that person wouldn't first obliterate the entire ship.
Almost everyone had such thoughts cross their minds, leading them into a brief and excruciating psychological conflict.
Seeing that the other party was unresponsive, Gu Yu asked again, "What do you want?"
