In light of this, Ahmed said nothing further.
This time, Ma Wei'an resorted to his old tricks, borrowing additional energy for his own antics.
Unexpectedly, twenty seconds later, Ma Wei'an's face suddenly turned pale, and he stood up abruptly, "Not good!"
"What happened?" Hearing his tone, Ahmed Sammy became tense as well. Although he disliked Ma Wei'an, he never underestimated the man's abilities.
"No time to explain." Ma Wei'an's fingers were flying rapidly, seemingly completing some high-intensity operations.
Then, he turned back, his face contorted in a grimace mixed with terror, yet there was also a hint of inexplicable hysterical excitement, "Captain Sammy, activate the super-maneuver mode, preheat all the enhanced jet engines on both sides of the workship, push the reverse thrust medium into the payload bay, preheat it to over eight thousand degrees!"
