The drone had been struck down by lightning a little after nine in the morning. Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin sat waiting for the other side to come knocking.
The drone had not been seen by just the two of them. It had been so noisy that nearly everyone had noticed it.
Of course, nobody had guessed where the drone had come from. Everyone merely found it irritating, like finding their own front door plastered with little advertisements—you felt disgusted, but it was hard to make a big deal out of it.
When they saw the lightning strike down the drone, quite a few people suddenly understood: so that was how it should be.
Only Zhang Caixin quietly made up her mind: I have to improve my strength as quickly as possible. I want to learn these Thunder Arts too!
Unfortunately, she still did not know that with her constitution, she was not suited to cultivating Thunder Arts.
Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin waited until noon, when it was time to eat, yet nobody came to ask for the drone back.
"Maybe they won't come," Yang Yuxin guessed. "After all, it's not something they can bring into the open."
She was increasingly convinced that this had been an individual's private operation.
The person controlling the drone had to be nearby. If it had been a proper major operation, all kinds of methods would have been deployed long ago—there was only what you could not imagine, not what they could not do. Faced with that, all you could do was lament the limits of your imagination.
Still, she was partly wrong. It was indeed a private operation, but that did not mean they would not come.
Since this matter had made it all the way to Dragon City and then reached