"Squadron Leader Chekhov is going to be pissed to death by you,"
Manager Ma wanted to persuade Chen Fei to stop, but then he thought of the other party's habit of using brutal honesty to trap people, which was truly speechless.
But then again, it was also Chekhov's fault for poking his nose into the business of the communication chief, not afraid of getting on the bad side of personnel at the 911 Aircrew Base.
"Just kidding!"
Chen Fei shrugged his shoulders.
Big Bear's nature wasn't bad; he was just a bit frivolous and shameless.
Beep beep beep!
Manager Ma's electronic device beeped abruptly, and he pulled out his cellphone, glanced over the screen, and said, "The boss is coming back at dawn tomorrow!"
The small transport aircraft pilots had a heavy workload, and soon they would take off once more to the nearest public airport to await Boss Hana's arrival.
"So soon?"
