Chapter 179: Young Dragon Formation
In the high sky above Shou Er in South Island Country, several warship formations composed of Young Dragon ships slowly descended from outer space into the atmosphere.
In the middle of these warships, a sleek spaceship was completely surrounded.
At this moment, all air defense alarms in South Island Country sounded.
“Boss, isn’t this scene a bit too grand?”
Inside the Peregrine Falcon, Fan Ren didn’t care about A’dai’s reaction to this.
As early as university, he had been displeased with the entire South Island Country—a bunch of snobs, none good except Jin Qiaoying.
Today was one of the few days in Jin Qiaoying’s life that she considered a major event.
As Chairman of Xinghai, he had to attend, and it was a perfect chance to give this ignorant nation some real shock.
Fan Ren didn’t explain his little thoughts, but clever A’dai understood instantly.
In the cockpit, Dan Wu, who had been like a transparent person, couldn’t help but smile at the corners of his mouth.
“Alright, Boss, you sit tight, just watch my performance.”
A’dai excitedly shouted once, and then high in the sky, the sixteen Young Dragon ships nimbly began to maneuver, instantly forming two straight-line formations, neatly arrayed on both sides of the Peregrine Falcon.
South Island Country’s air defense alarms kept sounding, and this news quickly reached the Presidential Office.
President Li, upon learning of it, immediately called Jin Qiaoying’s mobile phone.
A very helpless thing was that they currently had no direct contact method.
The high official who could handle this matter now was only Jin Qiaoying, who was in South Island Country.
Here, Jin Qiaoying was dressed in a black suit today, holding a rosewood box in both hands as she stood in front of the Jin Family Ancestral Tomb on the outskirts of Shou Er.
Besides her, the only ones present were Dan Qin and a few scattered security personnel.
Seeing the incoming call at this moment, she hung up without thinking.
No one from the Jin Family was present, making it extremely desolate.
But she showed no expression; she had no feelings for this place. Perhaps after fulfilling her mother’s last wish, she wouldn’t return here much in the future.
However, the sudden city-wide air defense alarm that echoed throughout made her frown.
Her gaze turned to Dan Qin beside her, who was rapidly communicating with the work team on the other end of her earphone.
In no time, Dan Qin raised the corner of her eye, turned to Jin Qiaoying, and smiled with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth: “Chief, someone wants you to wait a moment; he’ll be here soon.”
Jin Qiaoying was immediately speechless, her small mouth opening slightly in a surprised expression. But then, as if thinking of something, she smiled faintly and nodded.
In the sky above Shou Er, there was no one inside the Young Dragon ships; these were borrowed by Fan Ren to bolster the scene, remotely controlled unmanned by A’dai.
Soon, the formation turned into two long lines, entering circling patrol mode at 2000 meters height.
This scene was captured by local media photographers using high-speed cameras.
Photos of the Young Dragon had long been made public over the Pacific Ocean.
But after that, it had remained silent, never appearing again in Blue Star’s atmosphere.
However, today, on the second day of Jin Qiaoying’s visit, the sight of a full formation of twelve ships suddenly appearing over Shou Er couldn’t help but strike fear into the hearts of South Island Country’s people.
Soon, a slightly smaller spaceship in the middle of the formation detached, flying lightly to the skies over the suburbs, then its tail engine nozzle rotated vertically downward, incredulously entering a hovering state.
Jin Qiaoying below looked up, seeing this scene in the sky, and a helpless yet charming smile appeared on her face.
“Sister Jin, I didn’t arrive late, did I?”
Ever since she joined the company not long ago, Fan Ren had reverted to calling her the way he did many years ago on that night.
“Thank you.”
Jin Qiaoying softly replied, and at this moment, the arms holding the urn seemed to gain a bit more strength.
Under A’dai’s control, the Peregrine Falcon slowly descended in height, soon landing directly in a flat area nearby.
“Ground is safe, can disembark.”
Beside her, Dan Qin softly spoke into her earphone; this entire area was filled with Security Department personnel.
The cabin door opened, Dan Wu exited first, followed by Fan Ren.
In the sky, the Young Dragon patrol area gradually shrank, finally staying over the suburbs in rapid circling patrol, as if constantly watching for any possible threats around.
Fan Ren, in a black suit, walked smiling to Jin Qiaoying’s side and softly said: “Is everything ready?”
“General Manager Fan, everything is ready; we can begin.”
Answering him was Dan Qin beside them.
Fan Ren turned his head to glance at her, chuckling awkwardly. Dan Qin had been assigned to Jin Qiaoying’s side mainly because he feared Zeng Yingying would get jealous; hearing her response now, he felt like he’d handled this poorly.
Jin Qiaoying nodded lightly to him, then walked forward.
A cemetery nearby had been dug open, with a solitary urn placed inside.
Fan Ren knew this was Jin Qiaoying’s birth father.
He didn’t act superior, bowing slightly.
This was respect for Jin Qiaoying. In her thirteen years as General Manager of Xinghai, she had never slacked off, devoting most of her youth to Xinghai.
If she had any selfishness, today’s San Xin would never be just a third-rate enterprise.
Her diligent efforts had not only earned the respect of all Xinghai employees but even caught the eye of old Zhang in the Ministry of Economy and Trade.
No matter how reluctant Fan Ren was, it was no use.
But on the contrary, afterward, Fan Ren was genuinely happy for Jin Qiaoying.
Now, she had broken free from identity constraints.
Fan Ren finished bowing, then turned to look at Jin Qiaoying.
But Jin Qiaoying was in a bind; she couldn’t easily place the urn into the tomb alone.
“Sister Jin, wait a moment.”
“No.”
As Fan Ren spoke, he directly jumped into the tomb. Jin Qiaoying had no time to stop him before he smilingly extended both hands to her.
Seeing Jin Qiaoying’s pretty face flash with tension in that instant, Fan Ren didn’t mind at all.
Still the same, always doing things beyond her expectations.
Jin Qiaoying was helpless, her pair of captivating eyes glaring at Fan Ren, only to be met with his indifferent outstretched hands again.
She didn’t fuss anymore, squatting down to hand the urn to Fan Ren, her red lips parting to instruct: “Come up quick; it’s bad down there.”
Fan Ren didn’t believe in that, shaking his head. He turned and neatly placed the urn beside her father’s urn, then aligned them.
“Sister Jin, how’s this?”
“Good, come up quick.”
Glancing at Jin Qiaoying and seeing satisfaction in her eyes, Fan Ren then turned, hands bracing the edge of the grave pit to climb out.
“Pfft.”
Not far away, Dan Qin couldn’t help but chuckle softly at this scene.
At this moment, Fan Ren’s black suit was covered in dirt, making him look utterly disheveled.
Jin Qiaoying shook her head, hurrying forward. Without any disdain, she bent at the waist, her fair slender hands patting the mud off Fan Ren’s suit.
Fan Ren shrugged his nose; under the blazing sun, a faint mysterious fragrance wafted from Jin Qiaoying’s body.
“Alright, Sister Jin, let’s seal the soil.” Fan Ren didn’t mind the dirt on him; he wasn’t down to having no clothes.
Most of the time, he wore laboratory work clothes.
Hearing this, Jin Qiaoying looked up, patted the dust off her hands, nodded lightly, picked up a nearby shovel, and began sealing the soil.
Seeing this, Fan Ren joined in.
