"Then what are we waiting for?"
Lin Xue was already getting impatient. "Let's go, let's go! Time to get to work!"
「Half an hour later.」
Celestial Craft Group, Hangar Seven.
This was the core area for Project Shadow and the place with the highest security clearance.
Beneath the massive dome, the pitch-black Ghost X-01 Prototype rested quietly on the tarmac.
Although it was still a half-finished product, its shell covered in all sorts of temporary conduits, its exquisitely fluid aerodynamic design still radiated a breathtaking industrial beauty.
This wasn't just a fighter jet.
It was an unsheathed sword.
At that moment, the hangar was already full of people.
Besides the core trio Han Feng had brought, the original project team's mid- to low-level technicians, mechanics, and interns responsible for odd jobs—about seventy or eighty people in total—were all lined up in formation.
They watched Han Feng standing on the platform, their expressions complex.
