"You work for the second prince, right? I'll work for you! I'll give you the inscription codes of the second-generation jet."
Feng Wu said, "So sorry, but I found those myself."
Duri said, "I… I'm still useful. I…"
Feng Wu said, "By the way, I'm sorry, but I'm not with the second prince. I'm…"
Feng Wu whispered something in Duri's ear.
Duri glared at Feng Wu.
Without another word, Feng Wu twisted Duri's neck and broke it.
Poor Duri…
She had written so many codes to destroy the Junwu Empire, but…
This person was actually from the Junwu Empire!
Feng Wu didn't make any unnecessary moves.
She disguised Duri so that it would seem like the latter had been killed by the second prince's people, while she quickly walked to the aircraft assembly area.
In the assembly area, there were boxes arranged in neat rows.
In each big box was an inscription propeller.
