Chapter 86: A Frightening Ordeal

Zheng Baohua had been waiting for this very question. “Sister-in-law, don’t you think our fighter jets shouldn’t merely be upgraded, but truly innovated?”

Lu Jianwei nodded. “The latest J6 fighter is a domestically developed aircraft, our first generation supersonic jet, equipped with two Turbo-6 engines. Although the power has increased, its takeoff weight is nearly three thousand kilograms heavier than the J5.”

Zheng Baohua’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. “Sister-in-law, how did you know all this?”

Yet, once such words are spoken, they each clearly achieve the changes they need. But who could truly state such things?

He used both hands, reaching forward to muster another surge of strength, when suddenly his backside was ambushed by an unknown foot, sending a jolt of pain through him and making him glare back angrily.

There was no wind; sunlight shone on the snow-white blade, reflecting a dazzling brilliance, icy and sharp.

“But it’s already eaten everything. Do you really expect it to cough it all up for you?” Lan Yue asked with a bitter smile.

She fetched food while recalling what her brother had said the night before: keep a low profile to stay full. If she kept one last time, perhaps now she’d keep two.

Lian Zhenan wolfed down food as if racing against time, wishing he could swallow the entire lunchbox in one gulp. Yet Lian Xiao kept bringing soup, pestering him with questions, and finally clung to a bottle of water, refusing to leave.

Lian Xiao’s heart was moved at the time, estimating that he’d need to visit several banks in the provincial capital to arrange a loan. Yet the young man had already prepared the funds, and even the interest was temptingly low.

The three gazed up at the vast starry sky, watching the Black Tortoise swirl overhead, silent for a long while.

But his grandmother was old, her mind not as sharp, no longer able to distinguish fact from fiction. She was full of regret toward Situ Langlang, feeling that if only she had disciplined him carefully, he might have become a government official by now.

Ma Tuan was at a loss, so he simply said, “Alright, given the current situation, you’ll have to decide what to do yourself.”

Yet the strange insects were not easily dealt with. Ye Chan’er shone with sharpness, Ye Han was burly and fierce, Ye Lei was cunning and elusive, while Ye Feng, Ye Wen, Ye Zhi, and Ye Yi had all developed their own fighting styles, moving with remarkable coordination.

Previously, she never imagined she would achieve such incredible results within a single year.

How could this young man exude such a terrifying aura? Wind Falcon’s face darkened as he circulated his spiritual energy, dispelling the numbness and stiffness from the left side of his body.

She searched all around but found no suitable weapon, then remembered the baseball bat by her bedside.

Ye Changtian was no fool. He understood everything, yet always addressed her as his sister, drawing a clear boundary that could not be crossed.

Yi Yang did not refuse, taking the food and eating. The old man smiled faintly, then sat on the doorstep, pulling out a pipe to smoke.

Xu Nan was surprisingly easygoing. Xu Bei raised her brows, sensing something amiss, but unable to pinpoint it, she let it go.

“They’re different. Outside, students at Martial University with Martial King-level strength are considered strong, but at most they reach Martial Emperor. That’s why those basic training rooms we gave them back then weren’t very effective,” Niu Bu explained.

Seeing Ling Chen evade his blade, Sandra Mu smirked coldly; his left hand moved, and a throwing dart shot at Ling Chen’s chest from an uncanny angle.

In the cold darkness of space, the Sunflower—spanning ninety thousand miles—burned with spiritual energy, its brilliance dazzling. Cultivators seeing it from afar would mistake it for a star and detour around it.

In just fifteen minutes, Gao Chuan and Fujimoto reached their destination—a staircase leading down. According to Fujimoto, a secret underground bar lay below, popular among the ghouls of District 11. Of course, despite the name “bar,” no alcohol was served; only blood was sold.