The convoy stopped in the wilderness for nearly half a day.
Shortly after noon, two trails of dust rose one after another on the distant horizon.
Two modified aircraft landed almost one after the other on the open ground beside the convoy, the gusts from their propellers flattening the surrounding dry grass.
The first aircraft's hatch opened, and Mr. Mo Mo ducked as he jumped down.
He wore faded work clothes, with several engine-oil stains on his cuffs that he had not had time to wipe away. He had clearly come straight from his workbench.
Before his feet were even firmly on the ground, his gaze swept past the people welcoming him and went straight to the rear of the convoy. He was already asking impatiently, "Where's Luo Fan? Where's the vein?"
Before he finished speaking, the second aircraft's hatch opened too.
Master Wen Hao stepped down with a metal cane, his pace unhurried, but a trace of unconcealable eagerness showed in his normally steady eyes.
Behind him, Zhang Da's towering figure jumped down right after him. The ground trembled slightly the instant his massive steel machine warrior sequence body landed.
His gaze swept over everyone present, and he nodded to Luo Fan.
The Hope Convoy's RV had undergone a simple modification, temporarily turning its dining area into a reception room.
Everyone sat around a folding table with a rough map spread across it.
Mr. Mo Mo leaned back in his chair with a cup of tea, his gaze lingering on the vast wilderness outside the window for a while before he suddenly sighed. "Honestly, Luo Fan, I'm starting to regret something."
"Regret what?" Luo Fan asked.
"Not bringing you into Greenedge Base sooner."
Mr. Mo Mo set down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "You're