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

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The patriarch was holding a video conference with the Seventh Legion regarding the energy allocation for the new starships. Carbin, his ear perked up like a radar, was rapidly taking notes, capturing information from both sides.

Typing speed is incredibly fast, with simultaneous audio and text recording, making it a piece of cake.

Suddenly, Bi Shen's communicator lit up with a red light.

"?!" Bi Shen frowned, quickly picked up the communicator off-camera, and glanced at it.

The AI ​​sent him a video.

Lu Jianan's laboratory has exploded, and thick smoke is billowing out.

Lu Jianan's lab was linked to his personal computer, so he would be notified directly of anything, and the AI ​​was transmitted directly to him.

Carbin was engrossed in writing down a list of supplies when he caught a glimpse of his master standing up and saying, "Excuse me, there's been a little unexpected event here. Let's take a break."

I wonder if something happened to the mistress of the household.

Carbin discreetly adjusted the angle of the screen, using the reflection to observe.

Sure enough, their patriarch's screen displayed real-time monitoring footage of the laboratory in the annex of the main mansion of Mantis.

The scene was chaotic. Mr. Lu Jianan was trying to save a smoking instrument. The instrument caught fire, and he was in a flurry of activity. His face was covered in soot, and he looked very pitiful.

Oh, it seems the matriarch blew up their manor...

...?

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The mistress of the house burned it down.

Family members, does anyone know what happened? We were in a meeting when suddenly we received an alarm. When we opened the window, there was thick smoke billowing out. The manor had exploded.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

The Mantis Manor has many guards, and AI is monitoring it in real time. Within seconds, the butler and guards arrived at the scene, took Mr. Lu away, and cut off the power to the laboratory to put out the fire.

Sigh, that instrument is more expensive than a starship.

Never mind, as long as their family head is rich and no one is hurt, that's fine.

After making a phone call to confirm that the matriarch was alright, the head of the family returned and successfully completed the meeting.

A minor incident.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The rotation coordination was completed smoothly. Just as Cabin finished filing the last confirmation document, he saw his head of household grab his coat, get up, and leave.

?

No more overtime?

The head of the household calmly said, "If you want to work overtime, then work overtime."

He left gracefully.

Carbin, facing the empty office, turned on the swarm of crickets:

[During this crucial overtime period! He left! Without even looking back!]

[Indulging in sensual pleasures! Neglecting state affairs! If this continues, the nation will cease to exist!]

Feeling thirsty, they went to get some water, only to be discovered by their returning head of the household, who found a swarm of mantises.

You guys think this is the end of it?

Carbin, carrying tea and humming a little tune, strolled back to his workstation.

He opened the office door, and his expression froze.

Their head of the household sat with his legs crossed next to his workstation, calmly watching his screen, which displayed the words "Mantis is peaceful today"—very peaceful.

The other people in the group were still chatting and joking around.

The air seemed to have been sucked out.

"Clang—" Cabin's cup fell to the ground.

His mind went blank, leaving only the few words in bold and highlighted.

That's it! The egg is dead!

Bishen shifted his gaze from the screen to Carbin's face.

Cabbeen: "!!!"

Is it too late to apply for a transfer to the border for mining?

Or did he book himself a training camp death package?

Under the oppressive gaze of the patriarch, which was as tangible as a physical presence, Adjutant Carbin, the Ninth Legion Commander's most trusted deputy, slowly, slowly slid to his knees, burying his face in his hands, confessing his guilt and submitting to the law.

I admit my mistake.

You can't hit me then.

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Bishen didn't leave work either, sitting in his chair. His adjutant knelt before him, head bowed, hands clasped behind his head, silent as a mouse, listening as Bishen called people in to work overtime one by one.

Isn't this the end?

Nobody can take a vacation.

Every single one of the higher-ups in the group was called over.

Today, Mantis was also very peaceful. The group chat was completely silent, except for a series of commands popping up on the screen from Mantis:

[Notice: All patrol team leaders, cancel your leave immediately and report to the Chief of Staff's office within 30 minutes.]

[Notice: All tactical assault team leaders are to immediately cancel their leave and report to the Chief of Staff's office within 30 minutes.]

[Notification: Logistics Supervisor, immediately...]

[Notification: Training instructors...]

【notify:......】

The list was despairingly long, encompassing almost every high-ranking officer in the Mantis's Peaceful Today group.

Are you there, isolated patriarch?

More and more praying mantises are kneeling, burying their heads in their hands, and confessing their sins.

The atmosphere in the spacious and bright office was so heavy it could be squeezed out of you.

Bishen sat in the chair in the middle, while a row of Mantis officers, who were usually powerful and influential in the legion, knelt against the wall.

Carbin, the leader, looked ashen-faced.

His career is over!