The two of them looked toward the road leading into the villa complex and saw three camouflage-painted jeeps speeding their way.
Fang Chenyi didn't even have to think to know. This had to be the people Ouyang Jun, the man he had just spoken to on the phone, had sent to pick up the helicopter.
Sure enough, the jeeps pulled to a stop in front of Fang Chenyi and Bai Menghan. The doors flew open, and five or six men in camouflage uniforms jumped out. They immediately gave Fang Chenyi a standard military salute.
The gesture caught Fang Chenyi a bit off guard. He quickly waved his hands, but before he could speak, a very familiar, hearty voice rang out.
"Haha, you must be Fang Chenyi, Brother Fang. We spoke on the phone. I'm Ouyang Jun! On behalf of myself and our academy, I want to express our sincerest gratitude for you generously lending us the helicopter!"
As he spoke, Ouyang Jun, a man who looked to be at least fifty, also snapped to attention and saluted Fang Chenyi.
