"Alright, I don't have time to chat with you. You've got one song's length to decide—either surrender or become space junk. It's your choice!" Zhang Menglong stared coldly at Lunede.
"What an overwhelming presence!"
"Guys, this is getting exciting! Cue the background music!"
"Yeah, I remember that year when in another live broadcast, our so-called space fleet was utterly defeated by a single enemy ship. It's still kind of embarrassing when I think about it."
"Finally, we can hold our heads high, everyone. Humanity stands tall now, all thanks to Academician Zhang."
Once, they trembled before extraterrestrial civilizations. Now, without losing a single soldier, they could smash the invaders' heads in.
"We...we surrender!" Lunede's lips trembled violently before helplessly choosing to surrender.
What else could they do but surrender?
