Stepping out of the school gates, the midday sun beat down, heating the ground. It was July, the hottest time of the year.
However, Zhang Yi and Hong Tianyi had only taken a few steps when a voice called out.
"Young Master Hong."
Following the voice, Zhang Yi and Hong Tianyi both saw a streamlined, silver-gray hover car parked beside the school gate. It was the very same Flying Phantom that Hong Tianyi had driven from his home for Zhang Yi's last birthday, a rare hover car built by the Rong Heavy Industry Group.
Recognizing the caller as his personal driver, Hong Tianyi immediately invited Zhang Yi, "Brother Zhang, get in. I'll give you a ride home!"
Looking at the sun high overhead and feeling the scorching heat, Zhang Yi was about to agree when suddenly, another voice—deep and resonant—called out.
"Lieutenant Zhang Yi!"
