They.
What else could they do?
...
Mi Country, Texas State, Boca Chica, Space-T Starship Launch Site.
Scenic Iron Tower.
At this very moment, the sun was rising.
A new day, a new sun.
The darkness in China was the dawn in Mi Country.
The early spring breeze tousled Mr. Jask's hair, making it a mess.
Although the hair of the world's richest man was always messy and unkempt.
But it's colder at the top.
Lying on the Scenic Iron Tower, overlooking the entire Starship launch site, the wind still made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.
At that moment, he stared intently at the launch tower standing right in the middle of the launch site.
The steel braces extending around secured the 40-meter-high medium-sized rocket that shot straight into the sky.
"Mr. Jask!"
Tatatatatata—
The sound of rapid high heels clacking on the steel floor.
