Lu Li casually tossed the brief over. "Take a look at what's inside."
Gu Wei hesitantly opened the brief. There was only a very short message on it, roughly meaning that the Northern Crown and Hercules Great Wall had been attacked by hundreds of iron-based lifeforms, that they were unable to resist, and had therefore sent a distress call to the Galaxy Alliance.
The message itself wasn't anything special.
The thing that mattered was that Gu Wei instantly grasped the implication.
He raised his head, frowned, and said, "The Martial Hero Race is the only level-four civilization in the Cosmos. If even they can't resist hundreds of iron-based lifeforms, the Galaxy Alliance stands even less of a chance. Yet they're sending out a distress call. In my view, it's almost certainly because they want to invite you, Mr. Lu, to step in."
Lu Li smiled. "That's right, they do indeed want to ask me to lend a hand."
