Fang Jueyu got back to the hotel they had reserved just as the others were finishing packing and heading to the restaurant. He had been gone and back in just ten minutes.
"No way, so fast?" Shao Zhou remembered their flight across that region to this city had taken about twenty minutes. How fast was Fang Jueyu's aircraft that looked like a sports car?
"Shut up, a man can't say fast!" Fang Jueyu casually joked, "My vehicle isn't ordinary, even intercontinental missiles can't compare to its speed."
"Alright, alright, we get it, you're amazing, big inventor," Jiang Yi said, sounding impatient, but her eyes scanned him up and down, clearly checking if he was hurt.
"Did you really persuade them to stop?" Zhang Meng asked in surprise.
While they were packing, they heard a series of intense explosions and worried about Fang Jueyu, but the sounds had stopped a while ago. It seemed like the fighting had ceased.
