C299 The Genetic Plan of the Gene

"Wuh Yao, shut your mouth!" The cabin door swung open, and Ming Ying erupted in fury.

"And Chu Feng, get out here! What kind of piece-of-junk plane did you design? It crashes the second it slows down!"

Atop M City, the super soldiers exchanged awkward glances, struggling to suppress their laughter, the effort making them visibly uncomfortable.

"City Lord, it was a rush job