Five days later.
The parking bay of the Xinguo Military.
The perimeter was packed three layers deep with soldiers. A spaceship sat at Berth No. 1; from the outside, it looked like a standard Alliance Army transport, but it actually carried an execution squad from the Interstellar Army along with a shipment of new-model weaponry.
Leading the group was an officer in his forties. Standing beside him was someone not wearing a military uniform. His hair was a striking, fiery red, and his eyes burned with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. When he looked at people, his gaze was both sincere and nonchalant.
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