Feng Jun had not brought along any of the Luohua beauties when he came to Jiangxia this time—he had to leave the bride some dignity, after all.
But Gazi really could be thoughtless when he spoke. Feng Jun frowned. "The typhoon changed course, and then?"
"It changed course very suddenly, and people are trapped on an offshore drilling platform," Gazi answered in a low voice. "Helicopters can no longer land there. They've requested mechs to rescue them, but mechs do not have many good options against a typhoon either..."
Mechs were highly maneuverable, but the typhoon codenamed Xingtian was simply too powerful this time. Wind speeds at its center had already reached Force 15 and were still intensifying.
The wind was too strong for the mechs to withstand, but deploying a space warship could easily leak information—even if the oil workers could be trusted, no one knew how many satellites were currently watching Xingtian. Exposure would be unavoidable.
The truth was that even if they deployed a space warship, safely bringing people aboard would entail a certain degree of risk. The military was somewhat hesitant, so they had asked Beauty Lin to inquire whether Luohua could send out two experts to stabilize the situation.
After pondering for a moment, Feng Jun said, "Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a problem if they fly a warship over the platform and then use mechs to rescue the people."
"I heard the wind is extremely strong." Gazi looked grave. "Brother Jun, you handle your business first. Should I go take a look?"
"Oh, give me a break." Feng Jun shot him a glance. Gazi had only just reached the third level of Qi Refinement. Although he had achieved Martial Entry into the Dao and could fly, under such heavenly might, all he could do