In the Space Restriction Area, four garrison ships assumed a stance as if facing a formidable enemy.
As early as two hours ago, they had already received the message that the Guding Pirate Group had breached a space restriction area and was heading in the direction of their convoy.
"Bo... Boss, they... they're... com... coming!"
In front of the video surveillance, a tall and skinny young man pointed at the screen and shouted somewhat haltingly, his body trembling slightly.
"Wh... What should we... we do... do now?"
"Stop trembling! Open the external communicator, and I'll shout at them!" The leader of this garrison was a slightly plump middle-aged man with a little moustache. He was also slightly trembling, but he feigned composure to shout at his subordinates.
"Under... Understood." The tall young man finally opened the external communicator.
