Po Suo looked at Yang Ming:"I'll follow your lead."
Yang Ming folded his arms and leaned against the wardrobe, deep in thought:"Besides us, how long will it take for the fastest fleet to reach this planet?"
"A batch has already arrived, but it cannot effectively suppress the Insect Race," said Li, "if you choose not to rescue, the estimated civilian death toll is 120 million; if you choose to rescue, it's around 69 million."
Yang Ming took a deep breath:"We must go for the rescue, there's no way around it. I'll go in later, Po Suo will cover from the perimeter; if I encounter a Great Queen's ambush, Po Suo will support me from the outside."
"Alright," Li nodded slightly, "Is this option confirmed?"
"Yes," Yang Ming smiled, "If we can save them and we don't, our conscience will be uneasy. It's just a Fake Queen, not too big a deal."
