"In thirty seconds, a Ghost Fighter can fly over a hundred kilometers and escape any threat."
Han Feng looked at the headband, and understanding dawned on him.
'It seems the higher-ups in East Sea City really spared no expense for this trip to Dragon Abyss. They even brought out this kind of strategic-level equipment for the pilots.'
All his questions were answered. Han Feng nodded. "I understand."
"Good."
Ye Jinghong handed the headband to Liu Zhen. "Later, take this equipment, along with my orders, to Zhao Tianlan of the Ghost Squad."
"Yes, sir!" Liu Zhen quickly accepted.
With the critical mission briefed, Ye Jinghong announced a temporary recess, and the tense atmosphere in the conference room eased.
Gu Jian picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and broke the silence with a smile.
"Speaking of which, Advisor Han just mentioned Broken Star Reef, which reminded me of something."
He looked at everyone, his tone somewhat playful.
