Their submarine was getting closer and closer, huge like a small mountain. Don't even mention opening fire—just ramming into them like this would be enough to make Qiao Feifei's sub suffer a hell of a beating.
Just as Qiao Feifei was about to fire a torpedo, Wang Dadong suddenly appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"My little baby, what are you trying to do, huh?"
Hearing Wang Dadong's voice, Qiao Feifei finally let out a sigh of relief, but quickly frowned again. "What do we do? Their submarine is coming over. Did they discover us?"
Wang Dadong chuckled. "Of course they did."
"Then let's open fire. Even if we die, we can't let them have it easy."
Wang Dadong, however, shook his head and asked, "Feifei, have you ever piloted a Typhoon Class Submarine?"
A trace of envy flashed in Qiao Feifei's eyes. "Of course not. Even though Huaxia also has such big nuclear subs, I'm not qualified to pilot one."
