A lieutenant directly walked toward Mu Fan, feeling a slight sense of joy at the moment.
This important task fell on him.
"Captain Mu Fan."
Martin approached and saluted Mu Fan.
"May I have a word?"
Mu Fan looked up, barely smiling, and shook his head lightly.
This action made the major's face a bit unsightly, but he dared not lose his temper.
It wasn't anything else, just the Thunderhawk behind him.
The confidence this mecha brought to the conversation was enough.
"I don't know what Captain Mu Fan means by this. I hope you can understand the normal request of the Military Department. After all, you are still a soldier of the Federation. Please believe, Mr. Mu Fan, that we will not pose any threat to your personal safety."
Mu Fan still shook his head, which left Captain Martin unsure of how to respond. However, the order from the Army Group constantly reminded him that this task must be executed and executed well.
"Mu... Captain..." Martin struggled to speak.
