"Hmm?" The cat lying on Xue Jing's thigh raised its head, and its emerald-like vertical pupils dilated towards Ning Yuantai. Its left forepaw's Serpent Slayer Spearhead unsheathed, and the silver-white claws emitted a deadly cold light.
It seemed that with just one command from Xue Jing, she would immediately strike, adding some decoration to the face of this Mr. Ning.
However, her intention to seize the opportunity to act wasn't successful, as Xue Jing pressed down her fluffy little head without minding Ning Yuantai's slip of the tongue and asked:
"Can you handle it, or do I need to step in?"
Ning Yuantai patted his chest confidently and said, "No problem. Encountering sky pirate bands in the Inner Ring is just like going next door to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes—common and easily handled!"
His voice had barely faded when the devices that looked like launchers on both sides of the plane's nose suddenly lit up.
