After a sense of suffocation and dizziness, Papaloka collapsed on the sofa, rolling her eyes, panting heavily, and coughing repeatedly.
Boss Yang, who had never left the single-person sofa, calmly put down his right hand.
"Why?"
Papaloka glared at him angrily:
"You were just a few seconds away from suffocating me! Why did you stop?"
"I thought about it," Yang Ming looked at Papaloka, speaking very honestly, "I still want to influence your home planet through you to reduce the pressure on my home planet."
"It's useless," Papaloka sneered, "My civilization is fundamentally arrogant."
"No matter how arrogant, it's just a 1.5 level civilization, and severely twisted," Yang Ming laughed, "Since they think they can pass the assessment steadily, they must consider matters after they arrive in the Milky Way."
Papaloka frowned at Yang Ming.
Boss Yang's eyes shimmered coldly:
"I can do anything for my home planet, bear any sin, and carry any infamy.
