After cruising at a constant speed for a few dozen minutes, under the powerful thrust, the three spaceships were about to leave the territory of Molal's home planet.
Behind this first spaceship, more than a hundred various ships maintained an almost constant distance from it.
"It's so strange! These Silver Winged Demon model ships should be much faster than ours. He could easily leave us behind on this stretch, so why is he keeping such a slow pace?"
The owners of the numerous ships scratched their heads, unable to understand what Fang Jueyu intended, leaving with great fanfare but proceeding leisurely, not at all looking like someone with reservations, as if he was just on a leisurely tour.
"Does he have something planned here?" someone speculated, "We should not act recklessly for the moment. A lot of adults are probably waiting for him at the Fugley asteroid belt, let's play it by ear."
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