This was the classic story of a rookie who'd lost her backing and was now being relentlessly targeted by her rivals.
On top of that, she was saddled with a project of Hell-level difficulty.
And to top it all off, the client was a major figure who could crush her with a single finger.
Miserable.
Truly miserable.
Zhao Yu looked at Han Feng.
A sly, fox-like smile finally broke through the stern expression on his square-jawed face.
"So, Han Feng."
"Your opportunity has arrived."
"That monstrous Perception Talent of yours can pinpoint a one-millimeter structural weakness through dozens of meters of alloy Armor."
"An ability like that was practically made to solve these kinds of 'intractable problems'!"
Zhao Yu's voice held a tone of Enchantment.
"If you go and help Lin Xue, use your Talent to find the root cause of the problem with the 'Night Falcon' project..."
"Even if you only provide a general direction, it would be tantamount to saving her entire family!"
