He then dialed the number for Lin Hao, the supervisor of the Celestial Craft Maintenance Department.
This big shot among the A Level Students had taken quite good care of him in the past.
Besides, the maintenance department was his home base, his "family," so to speak.
When you're in trouble, you go to your family for help. That made perfect sense.
"Senior Brother Lin, you busy?"
The call connected, and Han Feng's tone was familiar.
The background was noisy, filled with what sounded like the roar of massive machinery and the crashing of ocean waves.
"Han Feng?"
Lin Hao's voice sounded a bit weary, but it was still powerful. "Well, if it isn't you, kid. You're a rare sight."
"I heard you just took over the 'Shadow' project and gave Wu Zhen and his old cronies a hell of a time."
"The news even reached me out here."
Han Feng chuckled. "Good news never leaves the house, but bad news travels a thousand miles."
"Senior Brother, don't make fun of me."
"My hand was forced."
