The Dragon-Slaying Youth Became the Evil Dragon

"Have they discovered us?"

Someone aboard the Tiger Cat-class Scout Ship raised the question. Though the outdated White Swan-class Cruiser was unlikely to detect the group's primary reconnaissance vessel, something about it was indeed unusual.

The assumption made the person beside him snort with laughter. "What a joke. How could an antique cruiser like that possibly detect us? We must be close to the destination."

Most of them believed Maple Leaf Mining's secret base was about to appear, which was why the White Swan-class had made a slight adjustment.

Of course, it was also possible that the pilot had been bored and changed the settings.

In any case, they believed in science. The backward, obsolete White Swan-class was completely outdated; painting it black would not change that.

Yes, even though the Friendship had demonstrated speed far beyond that of a Swan-class Cruiser, the Tiger Cat-class Scout Ship had not taken it seriously.

It was habitual thinking. No one had imagined that such an antiquated cruiser could still stand tall.

But soon, the scout ship's passive radar detected an active radar scan.

A shrill series of alarms abruptly rang out. Equipped with all kinds of reconnaissance systems, the Tiger Cat-class realized it had been locked onto.

Even those who had just mocked the idea abandoned their illusions and immediately followed emergency protocols.

A scout ship's stealth was its final line of defense. Once discovered, charging forward to show off was never an option. Fleeing obediently was the proper course.

Its enhanced stealth had come at the cost of defensive strength.

The difference in armor materials meant the Tiger Cat could not trade fire with even a White Swan-class Cruiser.

Although it was still outside the White Swan-class's attack range, the moment their passive radar detected the signal, they followed the standardized