"That's impossible!" Martin roared, his eyes wide and his expression contorted with rage.
He stared at the screen, his eyes bloodshot, tears welling in his eyes, repeating a sentence in an incredulous tone:
"This is impossible! The alien race can't be this weak! This is impossible..."
Sometimes, you can see how the battle will end as soon as it begins.
The female insects had cold, indifferent expressions, their eyes devoid of any sympathy or pity.
It wasn't like the awkwardness and timidity she displayed on a date.
Those hideous and terrifying alien races were shredded into pieces without even uttering a cry.
Seeing that Martin still showed no remorse, Han Ling could no longer bear it. He walked up to Martin and kicked Martin in the knee.
"Why are you crying? Why didn't you cry when millions of male insects died tragically!"
Why are you crying now? Are you grieving for the deaths of the foreign race?
Han Ling grabbed Martin by the collar and dragged him roughly to the ground.
The blood on the ground was still wet; it was the blood that flowed out after the deaths of 100,000 alien races.
Han Ling squatted down, dipped her hand in the blood on the ground, and excitedly stuffed it into Martin's mouth.
"Eat! Why won't you eat! That's how the alien race does it, devouring your own kind bit by bit! Why won't you eat! Is it because you can't stomach it? The alien race feeds on male insects, and has been doing so for hundreds and thousands of years! Why are you cooperating with them! Is this a normal cosmic race?!"
Han Ling pressed Martin's neck hard and slammed his face to the ground.
Blood was on the ground, staining Martin's pale face and algae-green hair.
Martin kept his eyes tightly shut to prevent blood from getting into them. He struggled, but couldn't utter a single word.
Han Ling's eyes were filled with icy killing intent:
"You still feel sorry for the alien race even now. The plan failed, and you feel pain, but you have no regrets at all."
Now I'm giving you a chance to write down your plans and everything you've done in detail.
If you tell the truth, I might still leave you a proper burial.
Martin chuckled twice upon hearing Han Ling's words, and blood instantly entered his mouth.
The blood of the alien race reeked of decay. Martin gagged as he said this.
"You're dreaming! I won't say a word! If you have the guts, then kill all the alien races!"
"Heh, perhaps the Zerg won't be able to wipe out all the alien races before they are wiped out. Those who survive will be the victors!"
Han Ling sneered as he released Martin's grip, took a few steps back, and laughed:
"You perverts must be fantasizing about how you'll throw a celebration banquet when the plan succeeds."
You should have a habit of keeping records, right?
Since you're unwilling to talk, there's no point in continuing. The rest is up to you; settle scores and avenge your grievances.
Han Ling raised his head, looked around, and gave a wink.
The male insects of Aphrodite all arrived near the central castle while watching the centennial ball.
Earlier, they had seen the male insect brutally murdered, its face drained of color, and it was filled with extreme rage.
Now that they could see Han Ling giving them a meaningful look, the male insects sitting on the ground all stood up.
They moved aside, picked up the severed limbs of the aliens, and surrounded Martin.
One of the male insects said through gritted teeth:
“A year ago, my friend entered the final ball. Martin, you were the one who advised him that instead of living like this, he should break the rules and be brave enough to be himself. You also promised that the final ball might not be a dead end, but a path to the outside world.”
Martin looked at the male insects surrounding him in horror and asked in a terrified tone:
"What are you trying to do? You're all still alive, shouldn't you be thanking me? I didn't ask you to die!"
You're all still alive thanks to me!
Those who were sent to their deaths were all handpicked by me; they were mentally ill and had all sorts of thoughts.
They dream all day long: some want to escape, some want to make more money, some want to live out their old age in peace, and some want to have a stable female mate.
I'm not a god, how can I grant their wishes!
I gave them hope and let them into the ball.
In this way, they died with beautiful dreams in their hearts—what's wrong with that!
The male insects were shocked by Martin's shamelessness, and they stood there dumbfounded.
After a long while, the male insects finally realized what was happening.
"Martin! You really are someone who says one thing to one person and another to another!"
Every male insect has moments of confusion; they simply have needs, but they don't necessarily want to die!
Does your mind view male insects as nothing more than food for another species, not even allowed to have independent thoughts?
The male insects could no longer contain themselves. They angrily surrounded Martin and stuffed pieces of the alien flesh into his throat.
"Eat! Why aren't you eating!"
"This is how the alien race eats us! You've worked so hard for them, aren't you one of them too? Eat up!"
"This is hilarious! It turns out that the alien race's lackeys are actually Zerg!"
Martin retched, tears streaming down his face, and kept begging for mercy.
"Spare me, please, spare me! I'm a male insect, I really am a male insect, not a different species!"
His appearance once again enraged the male insect.
"No begging for mercy! Those dead male insects didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy!"
Han Ling glared at Martin, then turned and walked away, showing no intention of staying any longer.
Bern Mountain followed closely behind Han Ling.
After walking a few hundred meters, Bern Mountain asked in a low voice:
"Boss, where are we going now?"
Han Ling glanced at him:
"Of course I'll go to your place. I can't live in my house anymore, didn't you see?"
Bern Hill stared in astonishment:
"Boss, the matter hasn't been resolved yet, how can we rest?"
And you're the one who exposed this conspiracy, the mastermind behind the victory! How can you just leave like this?
Han Ling frowned slightly:
"All forces should be heading towards Aphrodite, and someone will naturally take charge of it then."
How to deal with the alien races, and what will become of Afro in the future—these are all matters that need to be discussed and decided upon.
And this matter isn't over yet.
Not over yet?
Bern Hill looked at Han Ling with a puzzled expression:
"Boss, isn't this all over? The female insects have all gone to fight the alien race."
Han Ling looked at him and smiled slightly:
"You're too naive. Why haven't you discovered the existence of the alien races for so long?"
Bern Hill counted them off one by one on his fingers:
"Female insects are not allowed to stay overnight or reside on Aphrodite."
Only the male insects in the management association are females. That's why they haven't been discovered.
Also, the network on Aphrodite is not connected to the outside world.
Han Ling raised her head, smoothed her hair back, looked at the night sky, and explained:
"Moreover, there are hundreds of billions of female insects outside. If they want to move freely, they must register their identity information."
However, Aphrodite doesn't even have a basic "Male Insect Population Survey" table.
This indicates that the alien race was not the only one that infiltrated Aphrodite.
The managers at all levels turned a blind eye to Martin's behavior because they felt guilty.
They dared not check the number of male insects because they also colluded with other groups.
At this point, Han Ling looked towards Mount Bern and smiled:
"For example, your uncle must also be colluding with foreign tribes."
Bernstein broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said:
"Big brother, I don't know anything about Uncle's matter. If I did know, I would definitely tell you!"
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