Next Stop, Set Sail

Aboard the Flying Dragon, drifting through unknown deep space, the mature and glamorous Tyrannosaurus cast Falcon a dissatisfied glance. "Could you mind your image?"

Falcon did not even have time to pick up the cigar he had dropped.

He excitedly dodged out of the camera's view, then looked at the only woman aboard. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water, yet he could not utter a single word. Only one hand kept clenching into a fist.

This strange posture even left the honest Tank puzzled. He furrowed his brows and asked in a muffled voice, "What's wrong, boss?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just venting my excitement."

With a wave of his hand, Falcon stiffly sat back down before the camera.

Rubbing his face, he said with a solemn expression, "old partner, do you know why I'm the one contacting you?"

Seeing Falcon's grave expression, Kelifu frowned deeply and pondered for a moment. Then his brows suddenly rose as he said in shock, "Could it be..."

"That's right, exactly what you're thinking!" Falcon clapped his hands heavily, startling Kelifu.

Even Planet Speaker Aion, beside him, felt his heart skip a beat and instinctively covered his chest.

Falcon looked at Kelifu approvingly and said in a low voice, "You guessed right! He's one of us!"

Kelifu stood there with his mouth hanging open. That was not what he had guessed...

Wasn't the truth supposed to be that this kid was the son of some military bigshot?

Yet the other side had just slapped him with an enormous surprise.

Kelifu nearly failed to catch his breath.

This time, Planet Speaker Aion directly pushed Kelifu aside, his imposing upper body filling the screen.

He looked at Falcon and said in an official, formal tone, "The Garret Family, which owns Qihuo Heavy