The Faya person in the middle suddenly laughed.
Indeed, he directly expressed his obvious emotion.
He laughed:
"Yang Ming, White Ghost sir, I used to play the role of an old noble in the Sherman Empire, a privilege granted by my experimental project, allowing me to always appear within various regimes of human civilization in the Milky Way.
"I've heard you more than once deceiving the Sherman Empire's elites by saying this—You know, I bear the mission of the Pioneer, and now I just want to establish myself in the Empire to protect my homeland.
"Hahaha!
"Sorry, Yang Ming, but I think you surely aren't thinking of establishing yourself in our Faya Civilization and then turning against us, are you?"
"This!" Yang Ming pursed his lips, frowned, spread his hands, and shrugged, "That's the worst joke I've ever heard, Faya is a Level 5.5 civilization, I'm just... to put it bluntly, if you all agree to allow my home star to enter the Milky Way without a trial, then I..."
"Impossible."
