"Something's wrong?" Early the next morning, while Derick was still among a group of women, he suddenly received a distress signal on his communication wristband.
Just yesterday, the communication wristband had been distributed to the maids and female warriors below, and it was unexpected that it would come in handy so soon.
Without much thought, Derick got up directly. If a female warrior was urgently seeking help from the base's high command, it meant that there was definitely an emergency situation.
"Master... where are you going..." Judy, feeling something being pulled out of her small hole, opened her eyes drowsily and looked somewhat bewildered at Derick, who was already getting up.
"Be a good girl and go to sleep. I'll be back in a little while," Derick pinched her little face. A few women in the bed had already been awakened by their movements, and they sleepily watched Derick leave...
