A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Humans and Zerg communicate using different mechanisms: humans use electromagnetic waves, while Zerg use gravitational waves.

The Zerg's optical brains can switch to low-level electromagnetic wave modes within Earth's communication network, thus integrating into it. Human terminals, however, cannot switch to high-level gravitational wave modes and must rely on deploying communication base stations within Zerg territory to communicate with terminal numbers located in Lehrnia.

Humans haven't yet set up communication base stations on the Zerg's central planet. Furthermore, Bishen has returned to the Zerg and switched the communicators back to gravitational wave mode, so human communicators can't get through. Only the Crown Prince's phone can be connected.

While the Crown Princess was seeing Lu Jianan off, the Crown Prince wanted to make a phone call to Bi Shen to discuss the matter.

The Ninth Army Chief of Staff's private communication line is not something that ordinary insects can easily break into.

The Crown Prince opened the terminal, switched to gravitational wave mode, selected point-to-point encryption, and set the highest priority for the call.

Target: Bishenmantis (private line).

A communication request has been sent.

The gravitational beam pierced through the vast universe, passed through the wormhole, and directionally locked onto a specific coordinate point on the main star of Lehrnia.

After a few seconds of waiting for the audio to play, Bi Shen answered: "Feed."

The Crown Prince sat down on the sofa: "You busybody, have you even had a chance to warm your seat at home yet?"

A faint rustling sound of papers turning came from the other end of the call. Bi Shen responded, "I'm probably not as hot as you are."

Double entendre.

Dirty, so dirty.

The Crown Prince spat at him: "Pah!"

"Look at you, you're the one who started this, and you're getting all worked up," Bishen mocked.

"How's the big thing going?" Lan asked directly about the important matter.

Bishen told him about the current arrangements: "We're already in secret contact. All the first-level legion commanders have responded, and the legion's strength has been mobilized. We're still trying to contact those family heads; we've reached 70%, but there haven't been any replies yet. We expect they'll have a pretty good idea of ​​what to do in about 72 hours."

Lan listened, tapping her fingers impatiently on the sofa armrest: "So annoying. These families have no ambition and they're all scared out of their wits. Those old foxes in the council have a lot of influence and are still difficult to deal with."

"After all, the Council of Nobles has controlled the empire for so many years, and no one knows how powerful they are. It's normal for those families to hesitate."

"I'm so angry!"

"With such a high risk, who would risk their life for you?" Bi Shen said in a calm tone, as if reading a standard report without any emotion, mocking him.

But then he thought, "Oh, so I'm the one risking my life for you." He stopped talking and suddenly felt even more miserable.

The Crown Prince wiped his face: "Have you found the spies in Parliament yet?"

"They pulled out half of them, but couldn't find the rest."

They're too hard to find. Actually, half of their legion consists of nobles. Even if the other half are commoners, they might be slaves of nobles.

"Okay, got it." Lan nodded. "Let's continue looking for nails, and make sure to pull them all out."

Their legion-affiliated forces don't have any hidden forces; they're all in the open.

Once a spy is planted and the operation is leaked, they will be at a great disadvantage when a fight breaks out.

Bishen: "Understood."

That concludes the important matters.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the call.

Lan remained silent, and neither did Bi Shen.

Only gravitational waves connect the space-time tremors.

Lan's lips suddenly curled into a wicked smile.

He rolled his azure eyes, which were filled with a demonic light.

He shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning against the sofa back like a boss, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Sigh, there's one more problem."

Bishen: "What's the problem?"

Crown Prince: "Never mind, I'd better not ask. It's probably nothing important anyway."

Bi Shen said impatiently, "Speak."

"You're the one who told me to say it," the Crown Prince said, his eyes shining. "It's that one..."

"Which one?"

"That little idiot who was crying and begging you."

Lan deliberately emphasized the words "little idiot" and teased, "I have a photo I want to show you."

"I won't watch it."

"You'll regret it if you don't watch. He cried so terribly, it was like the sky had fallen. He was grabbing Gao Tian's collar and yelling that his older brother didn't want him anymore. Hahahaha, as expected of Bi Shenmantis..."

"Stop being sarcastic."

"What are you really thinking? Do you want to see him or not?"

There was silence on the other end of the communication.

A longer silence.

The sound of turning the pages stopped.

"——......"

The Crown Prince laughed silently as he collapsed onto the sofa.

Several more seconds passed before Bishen's voice came through the phone again.

The man in the deadpan voice was as steady as ever, even colder and harder than before. There were no superfluous words, just one sentence: clear, direct, and decisive.

"Not really."

Pause for one second.

"not see."

Pause for another second.

"Leave him hanging."

Pause for another second.

"In a few days."

Pause for another second.

"We'll see."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" The Crown Prince made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude.

If Lu Jianan knew Bi Shen's cold words, she probably would have fainted on the spot.

Oh dear, what a pity, I didn't record it.

"Is there anything else?" Bishon's voice came through, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

"That's all, that's all," the Crown Prince said with a grin. "If you don't want to talk about this, then I have nothing else to say."

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Then you can go and attend to my grand rebellion."

"I'm hanging up," Bishon said irritably.

The communication was cut off, and the communicator screen went dark.

"Hehehe." Lan rolled around twice on the big sofa.

Keep pretending, or you'll just keep pretending to death.

Some insects say they don't want to be around people, but who knows what kind of expression they'll have when they see a human.

I'll give you a 50 RMB deposit and tell you the story of how Bishendoms made a man weep.

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Lehrnia.

The office of the Chief of Staff of the Ninth Army.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the bustling night view of the capital city.

Bishen hung up the phone.

He was still sitting in his office, with several encrypted documents spread out in front of him.

The adjutant stood a few steps away, as quiet as a chicken, as if he had become deaf, having heard nothing at all.

Bishen seemed completely unaffected and continued reading the documents.

The fingers of my left hand, which was resting on the table, tapped unconsciously on the surface.

It's very light.

Almost inaudible.

But Bishon sensed it.

He looked up at his left hand, which was resting on the table, as if he suddenly didn't recognize it.

He looked at it for a while before lowering his head to continue reading the document.

Then, he picked up the pen to sign it, the tip hovering over the spot where he needed to sign.

There was a pause of about two seconds.

Didn't move.

Damn it, hurry up and get to work!

The adjutant coughed and turned his back very casually.

Bi Shen glanced at him, then put down his pen.

Sign your name smoothly.

The force penetrates the paper.

Without the slightest hesitation.

"Carbin, if you have another episode, get out."

He moved on to the next document.

His face was expressionless.

It was as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter that didn't require his attention.

The adjutant hurried out.

Clearly, he chose to go out rather than have a relapse.

The only sound in the office was the faint scratching of pen tips across the electronic sensor panel.

After a few minutes.

"Grass."

Bi Shen closed his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath.