One Month Limit!

"Another disappearance..."

Outside the Proxima Centauri wormhole, Kote's face was gloomy, "Who can tell me what's going on?!"

People below felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look up or respond.

"What are you all good for?"

"You all act tough normally, but when it comes to crunch time, not a peep!"

"Pfff~"

Just then, a sound came from the side.

Kote turned his head sharply to see his deputy officer, who was holding his belly with a red face, "Captain, I... I have a stomachache!"

"Hmph!"

Kote snorted coldly, "Do you have any solutions?!"

"No..."

"Great!"

Kote laughed sarcastically, "Now, you can go to the planning department!"

"Huh?"

The deputy officer was stunned. The planning department was the most dead-end department, designed specifically for long-distance interstellar travelers.