Emerging from the underground secret chamber, Han Feng found his young adjutant, Wang Qiang, had long been waiting at the entrance.
Seeing Han Feng emerge, Wang Qiang immediately straightened his back and gave a standard military salute, his eyes filled with unconcealable admiration.
"Special Envoy, the supply fleet has finished unloading and is on standby at Berth Three. The fleet commander wishes to see you."
Han Feng nodded. Straightening his cuffs, he strode outside. "Lead the way."
At this moment, the docks of Dragon's Fang Port were as hectic as a disturbed anthill.
Dozens of Engineering Mechas were moving mountain-like stacks of supply crates, and the air was thick with the mixed smell of engine oil and the sea breeze.
A colossal transport ship, emblazoned with the military insignia of East Sea City, was docked at the shore. Its mountainous, steel presence brought an immense sense of security to the survivors who had just endured a catastrophe.
