Ling Qingyu had no idea she had been misunderstood—and that, thanks to the two's overthinking, her identity had already reached a mythical level.
Inside the convoy, silence prevailed.
No one chatted, as if still unable to recover from the overwhelming display of Elena's firepower.
If not for Athena's timely assurance, they would have panicked like everyone else, scrambling to find Ling Qingyu in a state of fright.
But now, they trusted Athena's calm statement that Ling Qingyu and Xiao Yue would come out in one piece.
Well, at least vertically, like before—not horizontally.
Everyone was still immersed in the recent event, too stunned to even notice the scenery outside.
After all, the so-called "fire support" they had witnessed had shaken their understanding of warfare.
You call this fire support? Or air support?
Heck, this was strategic-level fire support.
