The eldest son looked at his father's gloomy face and then at the elite warriors who had been following him in the darkness of the pathway for decades. He understood everything.
He nodded. Gripping the boltgun on his waist, he left quickly.
Song Bugui lowered his eyes. He didn't say anything, nor did he try to push open the door of the meeting room to dampen the mood. Instead, he tried to persuade the generals, ministers, and committee leaders to be prudent.
Besides, it was too late for him to waste his breath even if he wanted to. Under the direct command of Song Lixing, the flagship below their feet suddenly accelerated, too, and joined the vanguard, rushing toward Lei Chenghu's remaining troops at full speed.
For a moment, the fleet of the Heaven's Origin Sector was divided into five sharp blades. The branches of the fleet all accelerated to their maximum speed, leaving no room for maneuver.
