Under the roaring wind of the rotors, at the moment Zhou Qingfeng stepped onto the deck of the 'Ford', his eyes were fixed on Admiral Alvin's head.
Unlike the 'Dias' who preferred to act solo, opportunities to get close to a naval admiral were rare. Even if you ran into one, they certainly wouldn't be alone.
Today, the other party had invited him, and Zhou Qingfeng was here seeking a chance to assassinate, with his eyes subtly giving off a cold aura.
Though Admiral Alvin warmly patted shoulders in greeting, proactively led the way to the hangar where the party was set up, and introduced the various guests who had arrived, his eyes when looking at 'Harden' also harbored some disdain.
Both of them were hidden needles in velvet gloves, with smiles that didn't reach their eyes.
The massive elevator slowly descended, taking the two into the vast hangar of the carrier.
