Dragon's Fang Port, on the tarmac in front of the Command Tower.
The X-02 Fighter, nicknamed "Ghost," had landed automatically several minutes ago. Like a large, obedient black bird, it now rested quietly on the runway.
Just then, a streak of dark silver light shot back from the horizon, showing no sign of slowing down.
It didn't come to a sudden halt in midair until it was less than fifty meters from the ground.
The powerful downdraft kicked up a cloud of dust, forcing Liu Zhen to raise a hand to shield his eyes.
When the dust settled, Han Feng had already retracted his faceplate, revealing a face that was almost unnervingly calm.
His [Escapee Type II·Shadow] Spirit Armor pulsed with a faint blue light, exuding an aura that was both sci-fi and menacing.
"Special Envoy Han!"
Liu Zhen rushed over with several medics.
Han Feng pointed to the fighter's cockpit. "Get Zhao Tianlan out of there. Be gentle."
