After all, the sabotage on Celestial Wolf Four was a highly sensitive operation. If the news leaked, the Celestial Wolf Civilization would likely retaliate. The five of them needed to maintain a low profile until they had recovered their combat strength.
"Understood," Hong Nianyi replied on behalf of the five of them.
You Sicheng sat in his wheelchair. His complexion was a little better than it was three days ago, but he was still weak. He nodded at Pan Yan without speaking.
Chen Yuan's left leg was in a stabilizing brace, and he needed crutches to walk.
Lin Jue carried the briefcase she never went anywhere without. Although its surface had gained a few more scratches, the equipment inside was likely unharmed.
Xu Wuyi was the only one of the five who could walk normally. He carried his Meteor Iron Long Spear on his back, the shaft wrapped in cloth, hiding any signs of damage.
The five of them boarded the private jet one by one.
The cabin door closed, and the engines started.
