At the back of the team, a man with a scruffy beard and a weathered face slowly lifted his head, a faint but intense glow appeared in his eyes; not far away, a slender young man who always kept his head down also quietly pursed his lips, finally showing an imperceptible ripple in his originally icy cold eyes.
At this moment, the spaceship emitted a slight tremor, and the broadcast inside the cabin sounded: "We have arrived at Pluto's Ice Extreme Pass Spaceport, prepare for docking."
A moment later, the cabin door slowly opened, and a biting cold wind carrying tiny snow grains rushed into the cabin like countless ice needles scraping against the skin.
Many were caught off guard and shivered immediately, instinctively shrinking their necks — just a gust of cold air made them feel as if their blood was about to freeze. If they ventured out wearing only the thin prison uniforms they had on, they'd turn into ice popsicles in seconds!
"Tap, tap, tap—"
