Meeting

Former Days Eastern Supply Area.

In the manor of the Death Star Number Three Domain Combat Team.

Before dawn, Feng Qi had already washed up and left the residence.

Today, he did not undergo high-intensity physical training as usual. Instead, he went straight to the commander's office.

Pushing open the door, he saw the owner of the fog flipping through the today's news on combat teams.

He came to the desk and sat down. He looked at the owner of the fog and said,

"Don't you have a meeting this morning? When do you plan to leave?"

The owner of the fog looked up with a smile.

"I'm ready to set off now. You don't have to come with me. Stay behind and organize the combat preparations for the escort mission."

"Alright." Feng Qi agreed without hesitation.

After chatting for a while, it was seven in the morning.