In the hangar area of Base Six, Chen Xun looked expressionless, as if an old wound had flared up.
"Just leaving like this?"
"Yes, just leaving like this."
"When will you come back?"
"When you can't hold on any longer."
"Then you don't need to come back. Wait for us to return."
Li Zhengfan laughed, his face under the mask equally expressionless, and asked, "Will you come back?"
Chen Xun's tone was firm: "Yes, that's not our home."
"What if someone doesn't want to come back?"
"Then we'll go again, and you can too."
"Yes, I can go too."
Li Zhengfan nodded, waved to the others seeing him off, and turned to board the Heart Moon Fox Space Battleship.
This federal main-grade space battleship, after delivering a batch of important supplies to Base Six, had the sole task of taking Li Zhengfan away from Base Six.
From a certain angle, it was like a transaction.
