Lin Tian had found Xiahou Qingyi and Li Chong; the plane was already waiting for Lin Tian. The Dragon Emperor stood beside the plane, his face twisted into a bitter expression, but despite his reluctance, he had no choice—this was a senior officer's order.
From there to Wu'an City, with the speed of the plane, it would take half an hour. Lin Tian checked the time; it was already half-past eight. They would arrive at Wu'an City by nine, and they had to head back by eleven-thirty. He only had two and a half hours to rescue Bu Mengting and Shen Mengyi.
"Two and a half hours. Can I really save them?" Lin Tian couldn't help but ask himself.
He must, he absolutely must—for the senior officer, for Bu Mengting, for Shen Mengyi, for Xiahou Qingyi, for Li Chong, for all those who depended on him, who believed in him. He had to save them and make sure to return by twelve.
