In the not-so-narrow weapon hold, the tall Borke officer slammed his palm heavily on the table.
"Are you actually afraid?"
All the crew members in the weapon hold shrank back slightly, not daring to rebut the officer; the two crew members who were also Borke were no different.
The Borke officer strode forward directly, pulling out his two compatriots without a shred of dignity.
"You two, do you remember how many people died when our mother planet was destroyed?"
A soldier, upon hearing this question, was first stunned, then his eyes reddened a bit and he said, "Eleven billion, three hundred and forty-three million, six hundred and fifty-six thousand, two hundred and eighty people."
The Borke officer's face flushed red, as if inflamed by rage; the veins in his neck bulged as he roared, "Do you still remember how many Borke planets were destroyed?"
"Ninety-one..."
