Within the borders of the New Federation, the First Combat Cluster of the Imperial Expeditionary Army, flagship.
Until Imperial Expeditionary Army, countdown '2' Galaxy Time.
Yang Ming calmly walked out of the simply decorated restaurant, and two squads of Empire soldiers jogging past simultaneously stopped to salute Yang Ming.
"Hmm."
Boss Yang nodded sternly, then gestured for them to carry on with their tasks.
The soldiers stood silently, their eyes filled with an almost feverish respect, watching Yang Ming stroll away with his hands behind his back.
As the commander-in-chief, this demeanor must be mastered.
Even if he's just a nominal commander-in-chief, and doesn't participate in actual tactical planning.
"Mr. Ghost!"
The epaulettes on Yang Ming's shoulder emitted a shout: "Please immediately report to the bridge, please immediately report to the bridge."
"Alright, coming over now."
Yang Ming glanced ahead and quickened his pace.
