He paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "But it doesn't matter, the Chris Clan is dead, you've avenged them, and that's enough.
For this, we who once fell into despair... are very grateful."
The old mechanic's voice gradually became low, finally turning into a murmur. Then, he slowly knelt down, lowered his head, and kissed the ground under Zhou Qingfeng's feet, his movements devout and solemn.
"May the Holy Mother Mary bless you. If needed, my family and I are willing to do anything for you."
This voice echoed in the empty hangar, as if carrying some kind of sacred power, or rather a one-sidedly set contract.
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Old Juan took his grandson to work without making any more requests.
When Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the hangar, he felt spiritually elevated, thinking he was incredibly awesome, even floating as he walked.
