In the outskirts of Miredi City, on a secluded and remote pier, dozens of men and women of diverse designs but uniformly dressed gazed at a boat slowly approaching.
"Whew!" Focusing on the boat, one of them abruptly let out a
sigh of relief, a touch of ease appearing on his face, "Finally, we can evacuate."
"I guess, the Spirit Chef Association still probably has no clue till now." He chuckled with a certainly smug expression on his face, "They might still be dumbly looking for the traces of Star Hunters."
"What's there to be proud of?" Another woman annoyed, rolled her eyes and patted the precious instruments wrapped in layers beside her, "It's all because you messed around that the Manmade Star Power got out of control and leaked out!"
"Do you know how much those instruments that could not be moved are worth?!" She nearly shouted as she said this.
As the personnel in charge of finances in the organization, she felt drained at the moment.
