Brother, just how powerful is our family?

December 6st, early morning.

The runway at the African base airport gleamed with a pale golden light in the morning sun.

The air was filled with the scent of morning dew. On the distant grassland, several antelopes looked this way warily before quickly disappearing into the bushes.

On the airport tarmac, a large, sleek private jet sat quietly.

Its size far exceeds that of common business jets, with a length of over 80 meters and a wingspan of nearly 70 meters. It is painted entirely in silver-white, and the simple star logo on the fuselage shines brightly in the sunlight.

This is Qin Feng's private jet. Powered by nuclear fusion, its range is theoretically unlimited, and its interior space is equivalent to a mobile luxury villa.

At this moment, the gangway has been lowered, and the uniformed crew members are conducting final checks.

Beside it, a larger "Kunpeng" transport plane had its rear cabin door open.

The robotic arm is slowly loading vehicles and other supplies into the cabin.

First was the white Bentley Continental, Qin Yao's designated car, its streamlined body dazzlingly beautiful in the morning light.

Then came two black Maybach GLS600s, one being Qin Feng's personal vehicle and the other a gift for his parents.

Next came a dark blue Audi S8, a surprise for his younger brother Qin Yang.

Further on were ten Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars, all black, with specially treated windows that obscured the interior from the outside.

These are the vehicles used by the 36-man bodyguard team.

Finally, there were some wooden crates containing wines, cigars, and other gifts from around the world.

Beside the transport plane, thirty-six fully armed guards stood in neat rows.

They were dressed casually—black tactical pants, gray polo shirts, and tactical vests—but their equipment was still top-notch.

Everyone was equipped with a rifle and a pistol, weapons which were specially permitted to be brought into the country by the Chinese government.

Qin Weidong stood at the front of the line and reported to Qin Feng: "Commander, all supplies have been loaded. The escort team is ready. All matters at the base have been arranged. Qin Wanjuan is in charge of the underground base, and I am in charge of the surface manor and external liaison."

Qin Feng nodded: "While I'm away, the base will be on level two alert. If anyone dares to cause trouble..."

"Kill them without mercy," Qin Weidong replied. "I understand."

"Very good." Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder. "The base is now in your hands."

"I guarantee I will complete the mission!" Qin Weidong stood at attention and saluted.

Meanwhile, Qin Yao, her three roommates, and Lin Xiaoyu had already boarded the private jet.

The girls excitedly looked around the cabin, exclaiming in amazement.

"My God... this plane is bigger than my house!" Lin Xiaoxiao stood in the center of the spacious cabin, looking at the luxurious decorations around her—leather sofas, marble coffee tables, artworks on the walls, and even a small bar.

"Look here!" Zhang Yue pushed open a door, revealing a fully equipped gym. "A gym on an airplane?!"

"This is the bedroom..." Li Siyu walked into a room with a large bed and a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the view below. "This is so luxurious..."

Qin Yao then pulled Lin Xiaoyu around the cabin, saying, "Sister Xiaoyu, look at this! This is a massage chair that my brother specially arranged, saying it will be very comfortable on long flights..."

Lin Xiaoyu's face had regained its color, and although there were still some shadows in her eyes, her overall condition had improved a lot.

She looked at Qin Yao gratefully: "Yao Yao, thank you... and thank you to your brother..."

"We're all good friends, why bring this up!" Qin Yao said with a smile.

The crew—who are actually service cyborgs—are preparing drinks and snacks for the passengers.

They were dressed in crisp uniforms, and their movements were professional and elegant.

"Ladies, the plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts," the captain announced over the loudspeaker, his voice gentle and magnetic.

Qin Feng did one last check to make sure everything was ready before boarding the plane.

"Brother!" Qin Yao greeted him, "Is everything ready?"

"Hmm." Qin Feng sat down next to his sister. "How was it, taking your own plane home for the first time?"

"I'm a little nervous, but also very excited!" Qin Yao said honestly. "I haven't seen my parents in so long, and that silly boy Qin Yang too..."

The cabin door closed slowly.

Outside the porthole, eight J-20 upgraded fighter jets had taken off and formed an escort formation in the air.

"Commander, all aircraft are ready," the captain's voice rang out again.

"Take off," Qin Feng ordered.

The engine started, emitting a deep and powerful roar.

The private plane taxied slowly, its speed increasing until it gracefully left the runway and soared into the blue sky.

Transport planes followed closely behind, while eight fighter jets were divided into two groups: four leading the way and four escorting the planes on both sides.

The massive aircraft formation adjusted its course over Africa, heading northeast—towards the land of China.

Inside the cabin, Qin Feng looked out the porthole at the base gradually receding into the distance.

The land he cultivated for two years has now become a power center that cannot be ignored.

Now, he's going home.

With the power to change the world, let's go home.

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The flight was incredibly smooth.

Aircraft powered by nuclear fusion experience almost no vibration, and noise is minimized.

The girls were initially excited, but quickly became immersed in the comfortable flight experience.

Qin Feng sat by the window, watching the clouds drift by outside.

His thoughts drifted back to the scene when he left two years ago—when he was a recent college graduate, full of uncertainty about the future.

Who would have thought that he would return in this way two years later?

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Qin Yao sat down next to him.

"I was thinking...time really flies." Qin Feng turned to look at his sister. "Do you remember when I left? You were still in high school, crying and begging me not to go."

Qin Yao blushed: "No way! I didn't cry!"

"Not crying? Then who was it that clung to my suitcase and wouldn't let go, saying they wanted to come to Africa with me?"

"I...I was worried about you!" Qin Yao protested. "Who knows how you're doing in Black Continent..."

"Now you know?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.

"I understand..." Qin Yao said softly, "Brother, you really... have changed so much."

"Yeah?"

"Hmm. You used to be very capable, but I always felt... like you were just an ordinary person. Now..." She hesitated for a moment, "Now you feel like... a superhero from a movie, or the leader of some mysterious organization."

Qin Feng was silent for a few seconds: "Yao Yao, do you think this kind of brother is good?"

"Of course!" Qin Yao replied without hesitation. "You protected us, you protected Siyu's cousin, and...you did so much more. Although sometimes what you did was a little...scary, I know it was all for your family."