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"Afafu, take a seat here."
Afafu quickly walked towards the meeting room, smiling at the colleague who had spoken.
The room, designed to accommodate more than fifty people, was dimly lit, with blue holographic projections clearly displaying the grid-like environment and humanoid figures on the meeting table.
"Everyone is here, so I'll make this brief."
An old man with graying hair at the front coughed twice, apparently the host of the meeting.
He was dressed in a Black Star chariot uniform, but unlike the other Black Star chariot officers, he did not have the roaring car insignia on his shoulder, but rather a spire clock design. Not just him, but about twenty of the fifty-plus Black Star chariot personnel in the room, including Afafu, wore this spire clock badge on their shoulders.
