"Is that all?" Li Ming leaned closer.
"What else?" Wu Yanqing gave a cold snort, steering the conversation away harshly: "Forget it, I’ve already ended up like this, things won’t end well anyway."
"What about you? What’s your plan? With Level Forty-Six development potential, they’ll definitely recruit you."
Li Ming said casually, "I’ll take it one step at a time."
Wu Yanqing glanced at him, and seeing Li Ming’s indifferent attitude, couldn’t help but sigh, "Duke Bloodthorn is also a good choice, although he is controlled by others, many don’t even have such an opportunity."
"We’ll see, we’ll talk about it when the time comes." Li Ming nonchalantly replied.
Wu Yanqing shook his head, reminding him, "Your development potential is indeed astounding, but the problem is, you’re now in the hands of Duke Bloodthorn, without other options."
"Don’t even think about negotiating terms with them, those people are used to being high above, even if your development potential amazes them, they won’t be threatened by you."
He knew Li Ming wasn’t the type to be arrogant because of his high development potential, but feared even more that the other party would overestimate those people’s tolerance.
Level Forty-Six development potential, a future full of limitless prospects, he really didn’t want to see him meet an early demise, eventually destined to shine across the Starfield.
"Don’t worry." Li Ming smiled, and seeing this, Wu Yanqing knew Li Ming was very decisive, and said no more.
Meanwhile, Asimara’s mood wasn’t as beautiful; she returned to the command center with a gloomy expression.
Level Forty-Six development potential, her heart was bleeding, if not for Gabriel’s sudden whim to follow the capture squad, Li Ming would have been in her hands right now.
Decades, even a century from now, he would surely be a card that shocks the Interstellar.
Thinking this, Asimara’s expression grew even uglier, and the bad news didn’t stop there.
"Your Highness!"
In front of the neatly arranged terminal processors, suddenly a staff member shouted; generally, only her confidants would call her that.
So Asimara’s gaze narrowed slightly, and she quickly walked over.
The other person quickly reported: "Your Highness, about half an hour ago, someone on the regional forum of the Black Hole Network started to widely spread the coordinates here, claiming this is the location of the Core Relics."
"What!?"
Asimara’s face changed slightly, peering closely at it, then turned ashen.
On the virtual interface before her, the coordinates were glaringly displayed, and in a short period of time, there had already been tens of thousands of discussions.
Most people’s initial reaction was disbelief, but Asimara knew, as people came to verify, this news would soon be confirmed.
"We have spent so much time shaking them off!" Asimara’s anger surged, it wasn’t easy for the massive United Fleet to shake off all pursuit.
They had invested considerable time and effort.
But in a short time, not only did Antonio know, now it was exposed to everyone.
The deputy commanders in the command room also gathered around, their expressions changing, discussing in low voices.
"Did the Judger Civilization do this?" someone guessed instantly, then stirring a wave of agreement.
"Probably them, we ambushed them, and they suffered heavy losses, thinking about revenge."
Others sneered, "How many people can it attract? Those faraway big shots can’t make it in time, and the nearby rabble wouldn’t dare to attack us."
"Right, it’s a bad move, it can only disgust us, Interstellar Wanderers, Raiders, Scavengers, all too cowardly, only daring to pick off the easy targets."
Asimara’s brows were deeply furrowed, not reassured by these words, she issued a command: "Expand the reconnaissance area by threefold, any non-ally spacecraft that appears nearby, treat them as hostile!"
"Yes!"
The people became serious and went to their respective tasks.
"Was it really Antonio?" Asimara pondered, it was unlike the style of this seasoned general to act so rashly.
As Asimara anticipated, although the vast majority of people did not believe such valuable coordinates could be so casually known, there were still those who came to confirm.
"Hit the nail on the head, these idiots, they really dared to come."
On a patrolling warship, a Yitelan soldier manning the weaponry grinned, watching on the screen as the decrepit spacecraft exploded like fireworks, the metal debris scattering across the barren starry sky, mentally adding in the booming sounds.
"Hey, some fish slipped through the net, notify the assault team, go and capture prisoners."
The virtual screen next to him suddenly emitted a sharp ring, and the image continuously zoomed in, revealing something like a capsule-like escape pod.
In just two days, dozens to hundreds of fireworks exploded around the United Fleet.
Although all those who came to explore never returned, this ironically solidified the possibility of the coordinates.
In a short time, everyone was guessing who the person spreading the coordinates was, being so generous.
Numerous private armed forces were itching to move, like they had obtained a treasure, heading towards these coordinates.
"I wasn’t wrong then, this bunch of cowards, they dare not come close."
In the command room, several deputy commanders sneered continuously, watching the constantly refreshing Black Hole Network.
"If the formation hadn’t been deployed earlier, they might have caused some damage, but now they couldn’t even cause a bit of damage."
Asimara’s slender fingers were propped on the command platform, overlooking below, yet his eyes were somewhat scattered, until one of his subordinates exclaimed again: "That anonymous account has released new information..."
Asimara’s gaze suddenly condensed, he hurried over, causing a wave of fragrance, and everyone tactfully cleared a path for him.
Just a glance at the virtual screen, Asimara’s face grew even more unsightly.