Even Xia Liang's face was pale, and his forehead was beaded with cold sweat. He stared straight ahead, his hands and feet still glued to the controls, not making a sound.
"Did we make it?" the captain asked, dumbfounded. He then looked toward Xia Liang.
Xia Liang took a deep breath, a smile reappearing on his face. "We did it!"
"Hahaha! We really did it!" The captain couldn't help but laugh out loud, but he immediately agitated his wound and started coughing violently.
「At the Island Control Tower.」
"Flight 9728 has regained its signal! Connection successful. They are now 35 kilometers from the island!"
