The helicopter was not large, but when it descended slowly, many people felt that it was no longer a helicopter. Rather, it was a cosmic warship with countless canons, which could easily turn a mobile armor into cosmic dust that descended from the sky.
Only the Song family could give people such an overwhelming feeling.
Zhao Huzi was also quiet while he stared at the plane landing slowly.
The door slowly opened. An old butler, who had not been seen for many days, chuckled when he walked out of the cabin. His pace seemed to have a senile feeling to it and it felt like he had reached the late stage of life, the point where he could die at any time. Many recruits looked at this old man who dared to trespass into a military airport curiously.
Qin Fen bowed gratefully to the old butler. Without the old man's three palms technique, his progress in the martial dao would be much slower.
