Three days later, at Tower City's Starport, in the Dragon Antiquity Consortium's exclusive docking zone.
The spacious, airy VIP waiting lounge faced the silver-gray Void Warship resting in the center of the landing apron, visible through an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling crystal windows.
Sunlight spilled across its thick armor, lending it a cold metallic sheen. The defensive array runes engraved on its hull lay dormant, only occasionally rippling with faint spiritual light, steady yet fierce.
Andy stood before the window, lightly tapping his fingers against the crystal table in front of him, his expression composed.
Uncle Fu stood half a step beside him with his back bowed, his face as respectfully rigid as ever.
"Has the maintenance crew finished the final inspection?" Andy asked without turning.
"Yes, young master. Everything has been confirmed," Uncle Fu replied, his voice perfectly even.
"Chief technician Bunch and his crew have just completed the final engine calibration. Nothing can go wrong."
When he mentioned the name Bunch, his tone remained flat, as though he were speaking of an utterly ordinary veteran mechanic.
"Bunch?" Andy raised his brows, a thoughtful look crossing his face. The name seemed unfamiliar to him.
"He is a senior technician newly recruited by the company, with over a century of experience in warship maintenance," Uncle Fu explained quietly.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the hangar outside the window, a short, stocky man in gray work clothes stood with his back to the lounge, his head lowered as he wiped a maintenance wrench.
His movements were unhurried, his knuckles rough, and flecks of grease stained his clothes. He looked no different from the busy maintenance workers around him, seemingly every bit an experienced technician.
Only when he occasionally turned his head did a trace of blue-black luster flash through his eyes.