On the other side, a hundred-man squad composed of crew members and passenger volunteers has assembled into square formations of ten people each.
Even though they come from completely different backgrounds, ages, genders, and attire, and their formations are far from the neatness of real soldiers, their eyes already share a uniform resolve.
With the appearance of X, almost simultaneously they halted their chatter, straightened their bodies, as if swearing in their determination.
This was certainly good, and reassuring.
But in Li Qingming's eyes, several individuals stood out as conspicuous.
After instructing Tang Qing and others to set up arms, Li Qingming quickly stepped to the front of the formation, pointing directly at several overly young men and women.
"Those under 18, go back."
These individuals were inevitably taken aback.
"I... I'm 18 already..." a male student pointed to himself and said.
"Do I need to ask the captain to verify your identity?"