While making the final preparations before deployment, already clad in armor and standing in the boarding shuttle ship's cockpit, Hou Sheng said, "After all, Source Star's foundation is still shallow, I suppose they didn't have time to update their systems and are still using outdated radar technology from the colony, it's no wonder they're blind."
"He deserves his misfortune," Wu Moyou chuckled repeatedly, "If I were him, I would rather give up on South Nine C, and just float steadily in space. Once approved, holding dozens of star systems, even being a carefree lord is much better than now."
While the three Storm commanders were leisurely criticizing Ren Zhong's "foolishness," the Source Star commercial fleet on the other side was making intense preparations.
The long-range missile operations department started the countdown.
"The information flow reflectance is about to exceed the enemy's conventional radar baseline. Twenty, nineteen... ten, nine, eight... three, two, one..."
