100 nautical miles north of Jade Island.
A roaring sound echoed above the sky, as a black-painted luxury flying car slowly appeared over a certain sea area, accompanied by the rising morning sun.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng sat steadily inside the cabin, gazing out at the sea below through the car window while taking a slight sip of the cereal brunch on the table.
"Tastes good, Monica!"
Jiang Cheng nodded, giving a compliment.
"Thank you, Island Master." Hearing Jiang Cheng's praise, Monica, sitting opposite him, showed a happy smile.
There was no other choice; they rushed to this place overnight. As Jiang Cheng's personal secretary, Monica had to take on the role of a chef, preparing breakfast especially for him.
Fortunately, this modified flying car was very spacious, not only equipped with a resting bed but also a small kitchen.
Looking at the sea below, Jiang Cheng nodded silently.
