"Menglong, what do you mean by that?" All eyes once again converged on Zhang Menglong.
"What else could I mean, just spouting some mysteries!" said someone from the Americas in a strange tone. After all, Zhang Menglong had severely mocked them for being weak and playful during the interview; it was odd they would show him any courtesy.
"Exactly, the current situation has clearly exceeded our capacity to solve. Even if our technology were to advance rapidly over a few years, it could still not compare to a Level Three civilization's fleet!"
Although they didn't know just how powerful a Level Three civilization could be, a spaceship from a Level Two civilization could easily rout the Earth's military forces; a Level Three civilization would only be even more terrifying.
"You think too small," Zhang Menglong glanced at the group of despondent people, "This is only beyond your capacity to solve, not mine!"
"Menglong, what did you mean when you said you have a background?"
