The more intelligent and capable a human, the harder they are to control.
Like the one before him now.
And that would become an embarrassing memory for Ling Yi—like a child playing house—one that Lin Feng would tease them about many times in the future.
As for now, Ling Yi lunged forward with a fierce kick, which Lin Feng easily dodged.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he walked toward the fifteen Flying Wing Tanks parked in the station plaza.
By the time he had finished repairing the battle-damaged Tanks, it was already noon.
Just then, the nearby Tanks started up on their own, driving to either side of the Dreadnought Battleship before coming to a slow stop.
Lin Feng looked up to see Chen Yanyan standing on the bow of the ship, an excited expression on her face as she waved at him.
Back on the Battleship, he found Chen Yanyan reaching toward the sky, her fingers splayed as if to grasp the Sun itself. While piloting the Battleship, she could also control all fifteen Tanks.
