The propellers lifted off again, and Team Q was already on their way back.
The night was as dark as ink, and Dragon Ridge Island gradually shrunk to a small dot in the darkness, enigmatically nestled in the azure sea.
The Milky Way hung low, and moonlight sprinkled on the waves, casting a trail of milky haloes.
Everything was bewitchingly unreal.
The passengers aboard the aircraft had earlier been astonished by the fighter jet's interior, eagerly looking around, already having cast aside the moments of danger they just experienced.
"How did I deserve to sit in this thing!"
"Not to mention, being chased by a 'hungry wolf' was quite worth it."
"Thanks to the production team for letting me see what I would have never seen in my entire life."
Beneath warm military blankets, a few of them chatted in low voices in the cramped space.
The leader from before seemed to overhear their conversation and carefully moved over, passing a huge hot water bottle to everyone.
