It was as if someone had hit a mute button.
All sound vanished in seconds.
Countless eyes converged on him, their gazes turning to utter shock and awe.
"Is that... Han Feng?"
"Am I seeing things? What is he wearing?"
"A silver combat uniform... an A Level Student!"
Whispers spread like wildfire.
In the crowd, a young man who was lubricating a landing gear abruptly looked up.
Chen Gang.
He had been a D Level Student in the same cohort as Han Feng, widely acknowledged as the most talented of the group.
The oil can in his hand fell to the ground with a CLATTER. Black machine oil splattered all over his pant leg, but he didn't even notice.
He stared blankly at the figure walking through the center of the hall.
A few months ago, they were "work buddies" hauling materials in the hangar together.
He had even secretly competed with him, believing that with enough hard work, he could sooner or later surpass this kid who had gotten by on "luck."
But now...
