The massive warplane pierced through the firmament, tearing through the sky with a howling sound, swiftly passing along the edge of the enormous dark cloud.
Mark lowered his head, glanced at the drone light dot displayed on the monitor, and somewhat surprised, he raised his head to look at He Ao, "How did you know they were disguised mecha pursuers?"
"There are too many people coming. For the consortium, every military maneuver is an expenditure flowing away," He Ao shook his head, "I'm not worth that much."
"Indeed," Mark nodded slightly, speaking with a hint of admiration, "Your understanding of the consortium far exceeds ours."
He Ao looked at him without speaking, then hoarsely said, "Follow this road, continue accelerating forward."
