In the southern sea area, North Island, a small but luxurious room, the formal and upright Chalas is pacing back and forth.
His eyes frequently looked at the digital clock on the wall, and then casually glanced at the door. His restless expression was almost written on his face.
Just then, there were three taps outside the door.
As if receiving a signal, he immediately went up and opened the door, only to see a young officer in uniform standing at the door.
"Come in and say."
Without waiting for the man to speak, he pulled the officer in and carefully looked outside the door to see if there was