Red Shield Star Port, a black and white Golden Eagle slowly descended.
The moment the spacecraft landed, a young man dialed a communication number, "Boss, Guding's spacecraft has arrived at the port."
On the other end of the communicator was also a young man, wearing sunglasses, sitting on the outdoor terrace of a breakfast cafe, enjoying his coffee and bread. "Got it, send me a photo. Keep an eye on them over there, and if they disembark and split up, notify others to follow them, don't lose track of anyone."
"Understood!" After hanging up the phone, he immediately took a photo of Guding's Golden Eagle and sent it to his boss.
After receiving the photo, Glasses Man removed his sunglasses, confirmed that the photo was indeed of Guding's spacecraft projected on his device, and then dialed another number.
"Hello, is this General Mans of the Military Department?" Glasses Man twirled a pair of glasses in his hand, his voice carrying little respect.
