Clearly, Emrys' display made Moss realize that even if it managed to destroy the 'Whirlwind Torpedo', the other party could still destroy Earth, and in an even more extreme and cruel way!
With everything laid bare, Moss quickly relayed the situation here to the United Human Government, including a threat assessment.
Extremely dangerous!
It surpassed the greatest crisis in human history, even exceeding the Sun's nitrogen flare crisis!
After all, if the Sun's helium flash were to kill humanity, it would take at least several decades to a century, but if the other party wanted to kill humanity, Earth might be destroyed tomorrow!
United Government, within the former United Nations building.
Representatives from various countries held several hours of intense discussion based on this incident; some remained skeptical, believing the other party was trying to bluff them, but others were calm, suggesting initial contact.
Various factions were mixed, including supporters of the Digital Faction, leading to sharp disagreements, but ultimately, under the final decision of the Five Great Benevolent Ones, it was decided to send several excellent representatives to the Gabon Aerospace Training base to negotiate with this 'Rogue Trader'.
"Teacher, are you—are you really going to meet 'it' yourself?" Hao Xiaoxi sat on the plane, nervously watching the old man beside her, who was wearing glasses and revising documents, and asked worriedly.
"I know what you're worried about, but this is my duty." The old man slowly capped his pen, then looked at her, his disciple, and smiled.
"Since I sit in this position, I must shoulder this mission and not disappoint the people and the country."
This old man was the negotiator sent by the United Government after the vote.
"I understand, but the other party is too dangerous. What if—" Hao Xiaoxi wasn't worried about the old man's abilities.
She was worried about her teacher's safety.
Facing an alien life form, a dangerous creature that could easily destroy a mountain range, even a slight mistake during the conversation could lead to irreversible consequences.
"This is my mission, isn't it?"
The old man smiled faintly, not at all worried about the upcoming journey. He looked up at his disciple, and comforted her.
"Xiaoxi, when our country was founded, there were also diplomats who, surrounded by wolves, carved out a path for us. Diplomacy is another battlefield, and now this responsibility falls on us.
We cannot bring shame to that person. For the safety of all humanity, I must go and personally meet this guest from outer space."
Hao Xiaoxi looked at the kind old man and silently bowed her head.
"Teacher, let me revise the draft for you."
"Good, then I'll leave it to you."
The old man smiled and nodded, then leaned back in the airplane seat to doze off. The journey to Gabon was long, and he needed to rest and recharge.
Diplomacy is a battlefield without smoke, and he was a soldier about to charge into the fray!
After several hours of flying, they finally arrived in Gabon.
Helped by Hao Xiaoxi, the old man walked down the ramp and smiled at the American ambassador.
"Mike, you're here too?"
Mike Wilson, not only the American ambassador but also his good friend, had a good private relationship with him. Upon meeting, Mike stepped forward to shake his hand.
"It's good to fight alongside you, Zhou."
Yes, they regarded this place as a battlefield, one that belonged only to diplomats, without the smoke of war, yet fraught with the peril of flashing blades at every turn!
"Have the others arrived?" Zhou Zhezhi asked.
"They've arrived. Isabelle Leclerc from France, Arthur Cavendish from Britain, and Grigory Voronin from Russia," Mike replied.
"Hmm, even Arthur came?" Zhou Zhezhi was a bit surprised.
"Didn't he retire already?"
"I heard he applied for it himself." Mike seemed to be wary of this person too, frowning.
"I'm a bit worried about him, after all—"
"No matter what he did in the past." Zhou Zhezhi's gaze was direct, like a sharp sword.
"But at least at this moment, we are all comrades standing in the common camp of humanity, aren't we?"
"You're right, Zhou."
Mike sighed, swallowed the rest of his words, and then said in a deep voice.
"Alright, we should go meet this guest from outer space."
"Xiaoxi, you stay here."
Zhou Zhezhi glanced at her, then, in his wheelchair, went with Mike to the meeting place.
"Teacher—"
Hao Xiaoxi watched Zhou Zhezhi's departing back worriedly, silently praying in her heart.
Soon, they arrived by car at the negotiation site, which was the entrance to the Planetary engine.
Looking at this structure, which embodied humanity's hope, Zhou Zhezhi's gaze was profound.
"This is the hope of humanity, and our hope too—."
Although the Mountain Moving Project had not yet been validated, both he and everyone in the country had invested a great deal of effort and expectation into it.
Unfortunately, all beginnings are difficult.
After a brief moment of emotion, Zhou Zhezhi straightened his collar, resolutely stood up from his wheelchair, supported by a cane, and walked with firm steps towards the entrance of the Planetary engine.
"Zhou, you can sit down." Mike, as a good friend, couldn't help but advise him.
"This is the first meeting with an alien life form in human history, I cannot sit in a wheelchair." Zhou Zhezhi's gaze was stern, and he said each word with powerful emphasis.
"This is both our resolve and the bottom line of all humanity!"
They finally met the alien life form that requested the negotiation. He was very young and very much resembled a human, or more accurately, he looked like a human with caucasian heritage, with black hair and brown eyes.
Even seeing him with their own eyes, they found it hard to believe that the 'human' before them was actually an alien!
If it weren't for Moss' report clearly outlining the differences between him and humans, anyone who saw him would probably just take him for a handsome caucasian man.
"Hello, Mr. Emrys."
Zhou Zhezhi was the first to break the silence, his expression serious yet polite.
"I am the representative of China, the ambassador negotiating with you, Zhou Zhezhi."
"Hello, Mr. Zhou Zhezhi."
Emrys smiled faintly, raising his hand to signal them to sit.
"There's no need to be so formal. Since everyone has arrived, then please sit down, and let's begin."
Zhou Zhezhi and the others took their seats one after another, and then—Moss, who had changed its body to a more human-like form, sat on the other side.
Thus, the entire meeting became Emrys sitting alone on one side, while the five representatives of humanity sat on the left side of the round table, and Moss sat on the right, forming a three-way standoff.
"So, first, let me introduce myself."
Emrys tapped the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone before returning.
"I am a Rogue Trader, representing the Imperium of *Uninteligible*. To put it in terms you can understand, I am an explorer, interstellar merchant, and lord in the universe, primarily responsible for trade, such as this world's greatest resources, namely manpower, mineral deposits, and so on."
"I hope to reach a trade agreement with your United Government."
He looked at everyone and slowly said.
"I will solve your so-called Sun hydrogen flash crisis for you, help you establish a new home, and avoid a series of material shortages and harsh climate issues during your wandering, but in return, you will also need to pay a corresponding price."
Such conditions made Zhou Zhezhi's gaze deepen. Although his voice was somewhat indistinct, it was extremely firm.
"Mr. Emrys, I believe that even without your help, we can overcome numerous obstacles and overcome this crisis. Your help to us doesn't seem to be essential."
"You're right, Mr. Zhou."
Emrys nodded, and said indifferently.
"I believe that humanity possesses an indomitable will, capable of spanning two thousand five hundred years; even with immense difficulties and dangers, they cannot stop your will."
These words softened Zhou Zhezhi's gaze considerably, but then, he looked at the others with a hint of playfulness.
"But, if you add these few issues, then it's hard to say."
What does that mean?!
"Mr. Emrys, I believe you seem to have some prejudice against us." Britain's ambassador Arthur was a bit indignant. This old-school, tough diplomat stared at him sharply, seemingly demanding a reasonable answer.
Who knew, Emrys glanced at him and nodded mercilessly.
"Yes, you're right, I do have prejudice against you. Even facing an unprecedented crisis, humanity isn't united... Do you have any objections?"
So, so direct!
This completely threw the ambassadors of various countries off balance.