"But I really didn't expect it to go so smoothly."
"Even if the Government Army are one of us, receiving the star system from them and the adjustments needed in terms of public opinion, even in various unrelated aspects, all seem to go so smoothly, almost exaggeratedly so."
"Maybe it's just good luck."
"Hope so."
Di Jia, who was watching his teammates' conversation at this time, dared not speak on the terminal, but his heartbeat quickened significantly.
He silently put away the special terminal and continued to focus on the task he was supposed to be doing.
Time continued to pass.
As the date gradually approached the end of the 30-day countdown.
Chen Ming unknowingly felt a hint of pressure.
Not the pressure brought by spiritual energy of danger perception, but a special kind of pressure.
Very obvious, yet its source is unknown.
As if it were instinctual.
Although it was strange, Chen Ming felt he couldn't ignore the source of this pressure.
However, there were no clues.
