"Five days have already passed..."
Zheng glared at Xuan, who seemed utterly relaxed and couldn't help but feel annoyed, raising his voice at him. Xuan merely glanced at him and continued to silently eat an apple while gazing at the sky.
"Damn it, are you just here to sightsee? We've even found the exact location of the city. Why aren't we moving out yet? You keep talking about strategies and calculations... No! Let's just use brute force! Let's charge in, and kill anyone we see!" Zheng blurted out, though even he didn't quite believe his own words. Still, he felt compelled to push Xuan to make some sort of declaration.
Xuan looked up at the sky and said, "...The clone of me made a satellite with slightly inferior performance."
"Oh? What does that imply? That you're a bit smarter than he is?" Zheng asked, momentarily taken aback.
"No, I possess something he does not..."
