High above Dragon's Fang Island, a silver streak of light tore through the sea of clouds. With a low roar, it landed precisely on the tarmac of the main military port.
The hatch opened, and Han Feng, dressed in casual clothes, stepped out of the X-01 Prototype.
Garrison Commander Liu Zhen was already waiting. He looked at the young man before him, then at the futuristic aircraft, a complex mix of emotions stirring within him.
'How long has it been? This guy's intimidating presence feels even stronger now.'
"Advisor Han, you're here." Liu Zhen hurried forward to greet him, forcing a respectful smile onto his face.
"Yes. Lead the way," Han Feng said with a simple nod, his words concise.
Not daring to delay, Liu Zhen led the way, striding quickly toward the heavily guarded command building.
Along the way, Vanguard Army soldiers clad in jet-black Battle Armor and radiating fierce auras merely swept a cold glance over them before looking away.
