Sky-cracking Rider

Superpower levels on Blue Star are classified into G, F, E, D, C, B, A, and S levels.

G-level is the weakest, with a supernatural reaction limited only to personal perception or close-range external control, and the duration of power is very brief. It does not have practical professional value and is known as a civilian superpower level along with F-level, mainly for personal amusement.

Starting from F-level, superpowers begin to have professional tactical value. A-level is the regular upper limit of tactical superpower level. Above that is the S-level, which involves strategic level powers, often a core asset of large consortia and sovereign militaries, rarely seen in public.

Hanna Gagar was not only the former Second-Level Inspector of the Ministry of Internal Affairs at the Apocalypse Defense Group and the current executive manager of the 911 Aircrew Base, but also a C-level Wind-type supernatural power user who provided one-on-one instructions to newly awakened supernatural power users, charging five thousand Star Yuan a day, which is not cheap but also far from exorbitant, only said to be average industry standard.

However, what Chief Mechanic Xiao Ming referred to as "not expensive" was that a C-level supernatural power user was willing to instruct others in controlling their powers, especially for a newly awakened individual like Chen Fei, which is somewhat an overkill.

This level of supernatural power users often do not have the spare time to guide rookies who know nothing and are even too lazy to talk more, even casually doing something else would earn more.

As a high-level talent with special abilities and also the highest responsible person of a subsidiary unit under the Apocalypse Defense Group, Hanna Gagar's monthly salary is definitely more than 150,000 Star Yuan.

"Next time I'm definitely asking for a higher price!"

Chen Fei gritted his teeth.

Damn it!

He failed to get a raise and even let that one-eyed woman dismiss it offhand.

Chief Mechanic Xiao Ming, as if recalling something, then said, "Little Chen, a batch of fighter wreckage has just been declassified and sent to the recycle station, take some time to disassemble it."

The vast resources brought by the "Luo Jing Number" Phantom Cube-366MAX Heavy Transport Airship could not be sorted in a day or two, and the logistics department still could not spare the manpower to deal with the daily accumulation of garbage and waste at the entire Aircrew Base.

This task was essentially dumped on the newcomer, Chen Fei.

Luckily, the workload was manageable, disassembling and recycling every few days were sufficient to cope, with most of it being fragmented tasks that needed monitoring but were not worth long-term stationing.

"Boss, is that pile of junk still there?"

Chen Fei thought that the wreckage of those fighters had already been disassembled or taken away.

The day they fought against the Metallic Dragons Bit, the fighters lost weren't only from the 911 Aircrew Base's "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron's two "Big Mouth Monsters" and the two prematurely fallen American-made MiG-28s; other bases also suffered losses.

When 911 Aircrew Base collected the wreckage of the fighters, they also gathered all the nearby fallen fuselages, totaling almost seven or eight, almost a full combat squadron.

Xiao Ming nodded and answered, "Yep! Because of secrecy regulations."

The reason it has been stored until now was primarily to check if any fragments from the Metallic Dragons were mixed in.

Only today had they finally completed the inspection and began the disassembly and recycling process.

"Understood!"

Chen Fei immediately made an OK gesture.

He was already well acquainted with the recycling station's procedures.

"That Metallic Dragon seems to feed on metal; you could maintain a good relationship with it."

Chief Mechanic Xiao felt he should remind his little brother on how to increase his survival odds when dealing with Metallic Dragons.

If luck favored him and he conned a SEG core unit or something, it would be a huge windfall.

Not only could he clear out his debt, but he could also make a big profit.

Xiao Ming didn't stop Chen Fei from earning that death-defying ten thousand Star Yuan a day, primarily considering this very point.

The HR manager, Takar's fellow villagers, were so jealous they were practically fuming.

"Thanks for the heads-up, boss."

Chen Fei nodded.

He wasn't stupid, and students nowadays were certainly not bookworms ignorant of worldly ways; he knew a bit about human relationships.

The first day the Metallic Dragon Yilan came to 911 Aircrew Base, Chen Fei used the recycled Regenerated Rough Metal Ingot from the recycling station to cozy up to it, instantly narrowing the distance between them.

He had barely walked far from Hangar 1 when a few people stopped Chen Fei, swinging chains, steel pipes, and crowbars, looking quite unfriendly.

"Sanjani, why is it you again?"

Chen Fei recognized one of them, and the others looked like they were his countrymen from their appearance.

After all, racial features are relatively easy to recognize.

Sanjani weighed the all-steel crowbar in his hand and sneered, "Chen, I'll give you a chance, go back to your dorm right now, tuck yourself in bed, and stay put. We'll take care of the Metallic Dragon."

His face was full of greed, as if the whole world owed him something.

"You also want to earn ten thousand Star Yuan a day?"

Chen Fei immediately understood their intentions.

So, they couldn't hold it in anymore, could they?

How_Dare_You!?

"Looks like you're not willing, eh? We'll make you willing! Boys, beat him up!"

Sanjani still remembered, now with his side having the numerical advantage, it was a good time for revenge.

No reason to withhold revenge when the opportunity arises.

Fury rose in his heart, malice stemmed from gall, and without further ado, they were ready to physically persuade Chen Fei.

"Metal Devouring!"

Chen Fei softly uttered the phrase.

The next second, steel pipes, crowbars, and iron chains came crashing down on him.

Hisss!

So painful!

Chen Fei couldn't help but wince, realizing that pretending to be unfazed was not worth it.

Devouring metal did not equate to devouring kinetic energy; the force was still present.

Sanjani and the others, however, suddenly stopped their movements, staring at their empty hands as if they had seen a ghost. Where are my weapons?

A sudden and unexpected force had snatched the cold weapons from their hands, yet they hadn't seen where they'd gone.

While these guys were still confused, Chen Fei's palm had already whooshed towards them.

Clang, bang, smack...

"Ding! 'Rookie task: Beat up a bystander' completed, Energy Points +10!"

Looking at the mess on the ground, Chen Fei shook his head.

Even if he accidentally completed a system task and gained energy points, he couldn't feel happy about it.

As fragile as ever!

So little combat power and still trying to show off, what a lack of achievement, garbage!

Stepping over Sanjani's body, Chen Fei walked towards a female Metallic Dragon lying sprawled on the grass beside the runway.

"Snore! Pop the head, bam, dead! Crunch-crunch, crunch…"

Pfft!~~~~~~!

All paws in the air, dog-paddle style!

Yilan had no sleep manners, a large swatch of lush grass already troubled away.

Grinding teeth, kicking covers, farting, talking in sleep, snoring—all the vices were present.

It seemed understandable why Illusion Dragon Clodia rested inside Hangar 2, while this female Metallic Dragon chose the sky as cover and the ground as bed for her open-air slumber.

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Chen Fei called out from afar.

Pfft!

The female Metallic Dragon flopped over, replying with a fart.

Uh, a real fart!

Deadly stinky, that fart definitely was toxic!

Chen Fei, almost knocked over by the stench, shook his head and called out loudly, "Yilan, time's up!"

"Ah! Time's up? Time's up! Time..."

Just like a carp trying to leap straight up, the female Metallic Dragon nervously looked around, shivering in fright, and then looked down at the non-existent test paper.

No test paper!

Scared to death!

After sighing in relief, Yilan finally remembered the voice and looked in that direction, about to get angry but paused when she saw Chen Fei.

"Chen Fei, what's up?"

"Time to get up!"

Chen Fei pointed at the screen of his old cell phone.

The worn-out screen had been polished so it could be clearly seen again.

It was 9:00 AM, work time, girl!

Right next to the runway was one of the loudest places in the world—and that's no exaggeration.

It's got to be said, this Metallic Dragon sure kept her heart big, choosing such a "great spot." If she were to be awakened by the roar of the "Big Mouth Monster's" engine later, it would definitely not be as simple as "time's up."

"You shouldn't disturb a lady's beauty sleep."

Having recognized Chen Fei, the female Metallic Dragon Yilan relaxed again and moved to another patch of grass and cocooned herself with Blade Wing.

Chen Fei teased, "I've got a new batch of metal here, don't you want to try it?"

The ferocious dragon head peeked through the gap in Blade Wing, staring intently at him.

"Is it tasty?"

"Try it and see, it's free, there's nothing to lose."

Chen Fei spread his hands out.

Young dragons couldn't resist food at all.

The Dragon swung her Blade Wing and with leaves scattered, Yilan shouted energetically, "Time to wake up, kissy face!"

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