C91 The Winged Dragon Uav

"Is that a plane?"

Everyone in the living room craned their necks to follow Mr. Ni's gaze. Yan Hanben moved the quickest, abandoning his bowl and chopsticks mid-meal to dash to the window.

At nine in the morning, the azure sky was dotted with a few white clouds, and a gentle breeze carried the faintest touch of summer warmth.

Two compact, fixed-wing aircraft, painted in shades of grey, white