"Quit screwing around, Tianlan."
Li Tiecheng deliberately put on a stern face. "How's that bunch of rookies of yours coming along?
Don't tell me you're just playing around with those multi-billion-dollar jets like they're some high-end simulators."
"Reporting, General!"
Zhao Tianlan immediately straightened his back, his voice booming.
"All twenty-four members of the Ghost Squad have completed the second stage: Blood Refining Nurturing!
The entire squad's average coordination rate with their jets has reached seventy-eight point three percent!"
He paused, his tone filled with intense pride.
"Among them, Wang Rui and I have both broken ninety percent coordination!"
"Ninety percent?!"
Even though Li Tiecheng was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but gasp at the number.
"That kid, Han Feng... he really is an absolute monster..."
Li Tiecheng muttered a curse, but a huge smile blossomed on his face.
He cleared his throat, his tone turning dead serious.
