「Half an hour later.」
Apron 3.
A standard Falcon Second Generation fighter jet was towed to the center of the field.
Its deep blue fuselage looked cold under the sun.
Everyone from the project team gathered at a distance.
Li Wei and Chen Gang were there too.
The expressions on their faces were complicated.
"You madman, are you really going to fly?"
Pang Hu and Xiaoli, having heard the news from somewhere, ran over, panting.
Worry was written all over their faces.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Han Feng smiled at them, then turned around.
He looked at Li Wei, who stood with his arms crossed.
"Feeling the pressure?"
Li Wei raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.
Han Feng flexed his wrists and retorted in an even more joking tone.
"Should I go easy on you, to spare the Gold Level pilot's pride?"
The smile on Li Wei's face froze.
Then, he burst out laughing.
"You brat, you've got guts!"
"I like it!"
"Go on, fly! Show me what you've been hiding!"
