Ahahaha...

Iron Hammer piloted the little spacecraft.

He had dug the little spacecraft, which he had not used in ages, out of the warehouse.

Hehe, his little ride was still as impressive as ever.

The paint had peeled off the hull, and the cabin reeked of engine oil, but Iron Hammer sat in the pilot's seat with both hands on the controls, humming an off-key song. He was still very happy.

Lin En was curled up in the copilot's seat, both legs propped on the console. He held half a compressed biscuit in his hand and stared at the pitch-black viewport ahead.

Sigh, I have a feeling I'll be beaten to death if they catch me.

It was already dark when they set out. The lights on Bolomite's surface shrank behind them into a patch of radiance, growing smaller and smaller.

"There's nothing wrong with this ship, right?" Lin En asked suspiciously.

"Relax. Don't let the size fool you. Ever since I became a junior leader, I've modified my little spacecraft several times. It's absolutely amazing." Iron Hammer gripped the controls, utterly firm and brimming with confidence.

The little spacecraft trailed far behind the fleet, like a marmot secretly following a pack of wolves.

Lin En finished his compressed biscuit and patted the crumbs from his hands. He was just about to close his eyes for a nap.

But Iron Hammer suddenly sat up straight and swiped several times across the console.

"Hm?"

Lin En opened one eye. "What is it?"

Iron Hammer stared at the radar screen, his brows knitting together. "A small Landing Craft is following us. It just came from the direction of Bolomite, and its flight path is exactly the same as ours."

Lin En jumped in fright and nearly sprang out of his seat.

He leaned