The meeting room was a large hall with a raised stage at the front.
At the moment, there were more than one hundred seats in the hall and a podium on the stage.
Mo Chenxuan and Qin Wu sat near the middle.
After sitting, Mo Chenxuan erected a spiritual barrier around them before he and Qin Wu began talking.
"It seems several Tier-A teams have yet to register." Qin Wu observed, and Mo Chenxuan nodded.
"Team Renegades, Team Soaring Dragons, Team Imperial Guards, and Team White Tigers are out on missions. All other Tier-A teams are here."
"It's too bad. Fuel will be crucial in the coming winter."
"There are still five days before the mission. Maybe the four teams will make it in time."
"Maybe." Qin Wu said.
At this time, a man walked to the podium.
The man was in his late fifties or early sixties and wore a military uniform.
Seeing the man, army representatives stood up and solemnly saluted.
"At ease." The man said.
