A perfectly good sentence, when relayed to the end, can't be said exactly the same as the original; it can only be said to be completely unrelated.

This shows just how unreliable Fang Qingqing's rumors about the new world are.

Immediately, the group lost interest in listening to the gossip.

"Alright, everyone, get ready to go."

Luo Tianya was the first to leave, followed closely by Mu Tao, and then Clyde and the others.

In a short while, the people dispersed like the tide, leaving only Sang Ning and a few others.

Fang Qingqing was so angry that she jumped up and down. "Why does nobody listen to what I say? Is there really a new world out there?"

"My dear, I don't know if the new world really exists, but I know in my heart that your rumor is unreliable."

With that, Fimmonloa grabbed her and pulled her outside. "Let's go, let's go. Whether it's the new world or the fake world, we have to go down."

This was true; the starship had already entered port, and the onboard voice announcements were urging them to disembark.

So, Sang Ning and his group walked towards the cabin door.

As for tidying up, the space hub is a standard feature in the world, so there's no need to tidy up.

So, a group of people walked out empty-handed.

Sang Ning lagged behind, flanked by Emmanuel and Elliott. The two had somehow switched places and were sandwiched between her like prisoners, giving her a considerable sense of oppression.

What's wrong with you two?

She said irritably, "Are you deliberately walking around me to make my legs look short?"

This thought process is truly impressive.

Emmanuel and Elliott were speechless. They turned to look at her, and wow, her fair face was serious, and her lips were pressed into a straight line.

I have no idea how I managed to sip it out, but every cell in my body was radiating an aura of displeasure.

Knowing that Sang Ning was upset about her height, Elliott explained, "No, you're overthinking it."

"Oh."

Sang Ning sneered, then glanced at the chatting and laughing Fimonloa and the others in front of her, and said in a low voice, "Since it's not about showing off your long legs, then it's a matter for the New World."

At this point, she said softly, "You two know some inside information about the New World."

However, based on her judgment, Elliott and the others probably didn't know much about this inside story.

It's possible that there's only a tiny bit of fur.

As it turned out, her judgment was correct.

The two exchanged a surprised glance upon hearing her words, and Emmanuel asked softly, "How did you figure that out?"

"Fang Qingqing, look at the way you two are looking at each other."

Sanning's words were concise and to the point, leaving Emmanuel and Elliott in awe; he was far too perceptive.

"We don't know much either."

"I can tell."

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Sang Ning smiled. "Who are you asking? You guys?"

"The key issue is that you don't know much either."

At this point, she calmly said, "We Chinese have an old saying: when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it; even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"So don't panic, just stay calm."

"Whether it's a conspiracy or a trick, as long as we keep a calm mind, we will have ways to deal with it if things really happen."

That's correct, that's right—

How do you plan to deal with this?

"Medication?"

"Medicine administration by intelligent life forms is fine, but it won't work with robots."

She stopped talking, and Elliott pressed on impatiently, "And then?"

"Use their trick to lure them into your lair, then seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and strike decisively."

The two pondered the meaning behind her words for a while, and after a long pause, Emmanuel said quietly, "Tell me honestly, did you audit any open courses from the Command Department on the StarNet?"

Sang Ning curled her lip, "Who are you looking down on? This thing doesn't need to be taught in a public lecture. We Chinese should learn about Sun Tzu's Art of War."

What exactly is Sun Tzu's Art of War?

The two were completely bewildered and wanted to continue talking, but Monet's cheering voice suddenly rang out.

"Aww, I'm finally back on the Central Star!"

She laughed heartily, turned around, and hugged Sang Ning as she stepped out of the cabin. "Ning Ning, welcome to Central Star."

Without waiting for her reply, Monet pulled her along like a wild horse, running towards the border.

"Come on, come on, I see the production crew's car. Let's go to the production crew first to collect your prize money and Livable Star. After we collect it, I'll take you out to play."

That's a good option.

Sang Ning's eyes lit up instantly; the biggest prizes were the prize money and the most livable planet.

This is all money.

Once the money arrives, she can pay off her debts and buy sand cotton and other plants.

Absolutely perfect!

Thus, blinded by the prize money and the habitable planet, Sanning completely forgot about Emmanuel and Elliott.

Watching the four girls run off into the distance like they were having a blast, Elliott sighed, "I hate it when they only tell half the story and leave things unsaid."

As he spoke, he asked Emmanuel, "Have you heard of Sun Tzu's Art of War, which Ningning mentioned?"

"No."

Emmanuel's eyes shone with an astonishing brilliance. He watched Sang Ning's departing figure and smiled, "I have a feeling that Sun Tzu's Art of War is very likely to shake up the entire senior military leadership."

"That intense?"

Elliott was shocked. The senior military officers were not just the entry-level generals like them, but at least three army groups with a total strength of over 30 million troops.

Even so, he was only at the general level.

Above the general rank, there are seven-star marshals and seven-star grand marshals who sit in the military headquarters and command the three armies.

Starting from the rank of five-star lieutenant general, every general and marshal rose to prominence through outstanding military achievements, possessing an incredibly wealth of experience in combat and commanding troops.

Truly battle-hardened.

But now, Emmanuel is telling him that the Sun Tzu's Art of War that Sanning mentioned will shake the entire military, which is a bit scary.

"Could it be that Sun Tzu's Art of War is a divine book?"

Emmanuel paused for two seconds, then said, "I don't know if they're gods or not. I only know one thing: the history of pure-blooded humans is very long, and they have a lot of good things."

"Take Sang Ning's traditional Chinese medicine, for example, the wooden furniture and other crafts that can be made without metal products. These are all precious treasures left by the ancestors of pure humankind."

At this point, he said seriously, "A civilization with a long history, a civilization that once created a glorious history in the Milky Way and successfully connected with the interstellar era, has left behind many valuable skills in people's livelihood, and it is unlikely that it is too far behind in military affairs."

“The Art of War that Sang Ning mentioned,” he paused, then said, “is very likely to represent the pinnacle of military strategy of the Chinese nation.”

"I need to find some time to ask her about the specifics."

That's a good option.

As the two of them slowly lagged behind, whispering and exchanging words, Louis's ears twitched from time to time. He hadn't originally intended to make a sound, but as Emmanuel finished speaking, he couldn't hold back any longer and stopped in his tracks.

"Take me with you."

Emmanuel looked at him. "I thought you weren't interested in military matters."

"I really have no interest."

Louis grinned. "But I'm interested in the Art of War you mentioned."