Lu Yongchang did not respond to Fang Xu's complaints, but looked at the holographic projection in front of him with a solemn expression.

"Yongchang?"

Fang Xu noticed the problem from Lü Yongchang's expression, and he turned to look at the holographic screen again.

"This is not a young Proxima Centauri."

Lu Yongchang said firmly.

"But this size and appearance..."

Lu Yongchang lowered his head and manipulated the holographic projection in front of him, projecting an image from Dungeon No. 1 onto the holographic image.

"If that was a young Proxima Centauri, then what is this?"

The corpse of a Proxima Centauri, dressed in black and noticeably younger than his age, was clearly presented before the crowd.

"this……"

Fang Xu was speechless for a moment.

Lu Yongchang frowned as he stared at several images in the holographic projection.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Perhaps this is why our genetic weapons have gone awry?"

He muttered to himself, "The Proxima Centauri civilization, composed of two different races?"

After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly spoke.

"Zero, look in the central computer in Dungeon No. 1. Maybe you can find some relevant information."

The completely different scenes of the two underground cities made Lü Yongchang realize a problem.

The second underground city has almost no use.

The good stuff should all be in Dungeon Number One.

With that in mind, he issued another order.

"Leave ten robots in Dungeon Number Two, and send the rest to Dungeon Number One!"

"The social structure of the Proxima Centauri civilization has major problems!"