Bu Jingyu said, "Do you know what this place is? If someone comes in, we're done for!"
Feng Wu's hands were steady. As she quickly disassembled the fighter jets with the Phoenix Pen, she answered Bu Jingyu, "I know."
Bu Jingyu paced around Feng Wu anxiously. "You don't know the half of it! I'm going to die because of you! How long are you going to keep dismantling these five?"
If they blew up, he would be dead!
Feng Wu glanced at Bu Jingyu.
Five?
Sorry, but 95 more were waiting.
Feng Wu was so fast that her fingers moved like dancing butterflies, leaving behind afterimages.
Bu Jingyu complained at first, but soon, he crouched down next to Feng Wu and watched her intently.
The longer he looked, the bigger his eyes got!
OMG!
Was she even faster than his master?
What was that pen in her hand?
Whoosh! The huge fighter jet was dismantled. The self-destruct program was quickly deactivated.
