Brother Sun, Please Wait A Moment, I'll Pick You Up At Eight

Puff...

Air spurted out from both sides of the fighter jet at the same time.

The air pressure in the cockpit instantly dropped to zero.

Beep!

Tang Rui opened the cockpit cover, unfastened the seatbelt, and picked up the box from the back seat.

It was only then that he realized that Red Lotus had sprayed the logo and text of China Post on the other side of the box.

Good heavens.

This was a delivery, wasn't it?

Tang Rui carried the box, and the micro-plasma engine behind his suit started. He slowly flew out of the cockpit and floated toward the space station.

The three astronauts in the space station were dumbfounded when they saw Tang Rui's sci-fi look and the China Post box in his hand.

"Is it time to send supplies?"

"No, didn't the higher-ups say that President Tang was here to pick Old Sun up? Why did it become a gift?"

"Let's not talk about this for now. Hurry up and open the hatch."