After the Catastrophe

"Boss, if Chen Clan sends too many fighter jets, we might not be able to hold them off," Old Twenty-One said. "How about we withdraw? Leave the 1191 and 1192 fighter formations in the air to keep them occupied. At least then the Qingshan Hao won't crash."

"No." Li Changqing shook her head. "If the intelligence is accurate, two fighter formations won't be enough to stop them. As long as they get past us, they can reach the battlefield directly and bomb Qing Chen and the others."

"Why are we still worrying about Qing Chen at a time like this?" Old Twenty-One said, torn between laughter and tears. "Boss, you've already brought the Qingshan Hao here. You've done more than enough. Chen Clan clearly came prepared. If we don't leave now, we're going to die."

Li Changqing turned to look at Old Twenty-One. "When I was ambushed, Qing Chen killed every sniper upstairs. He could have withdrawn, but he didn't. Not only did he stay, he kept firing warning shots with an empty gun, making those genetic warriors afraid to go all out. That's how I got my life back. But because he stayed in the same position for too long, they found him and ambushed him."

Li Changqing said, "Twenty-One, he treated me that way back then, so I should treat him the same way now. The only thing that can intercept Chen Clan's air force is the Qingshan Hao. I can't leave."

Old Twenty-One spread his hands. "Boss, whatever makes you happy."

Aboard the Baopu Hao, Li Shu sat in the captain's seat. "Take off!"

In truth, Qing Chen had never cared all that much about those Li Clan descendants he taught at Autumn Leaf Villa.

Back then, he had rejected the apprenticeship petitions from Li