Long Zhan paused for a moment and added, "However, since we have already lost our supplies, we should lay low for now and avoid direct confrontation with the military."
At his words, Long Qian clenched his fists and slammed them against the couch's armrest in frustration. "Damn it! If I ever find out who stole our supplies, I won't let them off!"
Hearing this, Long Zhan cast a glance at his younger brother but said nothing in response. Their family had already lost its influence over the military. It was time for him to reach out to that person.
While Long Zhan was planning for the Long family's future, Yao Ran and the others were already far away.
Seven hours later, a pilot from another aircraft contacted Shi Xuan. "This is Alpha Seven. Requesting permission for refueling."
Shi Xuan pressed the communication device and responded, "This is Alpha One. A small island has been detected fifty kilometers to the north. We will land there."
