I, Fang Mo, the World's Best Pilot!

"What are you doing?!"

Gripping the railing beside him, Logan could not help roaring at the sight. "Didn't you say you were going to fight—"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I just wanted to unlock an achievement."

Before Logan could finish, Fang Mo slowly drew a massive azure battle axe from beneath him. He then stood up from his seat and walked toward the hatch not far away. "From now on, please call me the Arrogant Performer..."

Although the cabin was shaking violently and lurching about,

Fang Mo was completely unaffected, walking as steadily as if he were taking a stroll. He easily made his way to the hatch.

The hatch on this fighter jet designed by Beast did not open from the side, so it was located at the rear of the aircraft.

After Fang Mo walked over, a thought from him was enough for Gravity Field to forcibly tear the hatch open. As the violent airflow rushed into the cabin, Fang Mo also spotted the two fighter jets behind them. They were clearly official aircraft, most likely sent by Stryker to intercept their group.

Perhaps because they had seen the cabin hatch open,

the two pilots behind them began making several hand signals.

In fact, it was not just hand signals. A burst of radio communication also came through the instrument console operated by Darwin.

They were ordering them to land immediately and cooperate with the arrest, threatening to shoot them down otherwise.

"As expected of American pilots. So arrogant."

Fang Mo could not help sighing at that. He slowly raised a hand. "But unfortunately, I know an even fiercer pilot. Compared to him, you two are simply far too inferior..."

As he spoke,

azure lightning suddenly flared.

Thunder tore through the sky and struck one