Walking into the communications room, the heavy metal automatic door closed behind him, and Fatty sat on the swivel chair, lightly touching the virtual keyboard in the air, opening the communication screen.
After a crisp electronic sound, the virtual light screen suspended in the void quickly unfolded. The light converged, and Russell, holding a pipe, appeared on the screen sitting behind his desk.
"Teacher." Fatty called with lowered eyes.
Russell nodded, looked at Fatty seriously for a long time, then lightly smiled and said, "I heard you've become quite famous in the Fei Alliance. Crying and fussing to surrender in front of billions of viewers. In human history, you're probably the only one who has done that."
