The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Alas—"

A silver, triangular-shaped fighter jet, thirty meters long and less than three meters high, which looked very thin from a distance, hovered over a forest in the countryside of Lubei City.

Lubei City is also a city in the Huaxia District.

Song Gua chose this place to meet Miss Butterfly because no allied forces had recently entered the city to hunt down bandits.

This aircraft has no cabin door; entry and exit are achieved by simply opening the windshield of the fighter jet upwards.

Miss Butterfly sat inside, dressed in a light blue suit of armor and wearing her signature butterfly mask.

"Wow--"

Airplanes are a man's romance.

Upon seeing the brand-new fighter jet, the waiting clones excitedly swarmed around it, covering the wheels, wings, windows, and seats, kissing and touching it.

There was a stunningly beautiful woman named Butterfly on the plane, but these bastards didn't even glance at her.

Miss Butterfly was so crowded that she had nowhere to stay, so she had to jump down.

"Who among you is prepared to use this Falcon? It can only carry a maximum of four people. If anyone wants to pilot it, I'll teach you the basic operations."

The clones waved confidently.

"No need, no need! What's so difficult about flying a plane? I fly Thunder Fighter all the time!"

"Flying a plane is nothing, I also frequently play... umm..."

"Watch your words when you're around ladies!"

Song Gua, dressed as a dice, emerged from the woods.

"Stop messing around, everyone. It wasn't easy for Miss Butterfly to get us a plane. Lucky Guy, Internet Addict Guy, Mom-Obsessed Guy, and South Wind, the four of you will be piloting it. You'll have to learn a thing or two from Miss Butterfly later."

Having secured the coveted driving slots, the four lucky guys stood tall and proud in front of their clones, feeling immensely smug.

The others could only reluctantly disembark from the plane.

Song Gua handed Miss Butterfly the bank card and the magical necklace that she had previously placed in the safety sphere back to her.

"This should be enough, right?"

"Enough to buy a wheel."

"Then wait a while, I'll go to a bank in North America and rob some for you."

Miss Butterfly raised an eyebrow. This operation is so familiar.

Miss Butterfly smiled and returned the bank card and necklace to Song Gua.

"Fine, I'll give it to you. Although it took a lot of effort to bring in the parts of the Falcon and find a factory to assemble it, I'll consider it as repayment for the favor you did for helping me escape from Glory City last time."

"Oh, can I change this necklace? The most useful effect of this necklace, 'Execution,' requires the executed person's health to be below 10%, which is not bad, but it also requires the opponent's level to be lower than mine. I..."

Seeing the "Don't push your luck" look in Miss Butterfly's eyes, Song Gua quickly changed his tune.

"I think it's alright, at least the design looks pretty good. It's all sparkly, and it even has diamonds on it, look..."

Are you going to Antarctica?

How did you know?

"They need both cold-weather gear and navigation? Are they going to the Arctic glaciers to watch polar bears burrowing, not Antarctica?"

"It could also be to go to Antarctica to watch penguins dive."

"I can hear about your recent situation from heaven. You're wanted, but you just earned a ton of reputation points that you haven't used yet and have nowhere to exchange them. You want to go to that half-ruined Glory City in Antarctica, right?"

"He's incredibly prescient!"

"Let me remind you, Antarctica is the territory of the rebels. They are not friendly at all, and they are very powerful. Neither the Federation nor we dare to provoke them easily. You should think carefully before you go there."

Upon hearing this, Song Gua was overjoyed.

"Monkey King! Monkey King! Where's Monkey King??"

Monkey King, who was studying fighter jet tires, was dragged over by Song Gua.

"Don't worry! We have professional diplomats! Um, Lucky Bro, don't learn to fly, let Monkey Bro learn!"

Lucky Guy immediately became emotional.

"I'm not lucky at all..."

Monkey King flew into a rage on the spot.

"I'm not going! I'm not going to find any resistance fighters! Yay!!"

Resistance was futile.

A moment later, Monkey King was forced to sit in the driver's seat and, along with his three other lucky clones, learned to fly a plane from Miss Butterfly.

Anti-gravity system...

Air-to-ground remote sensing...

Optical invisibility...

Air-powered propulsion...

Vacuum propulsion...

Material combustion energy machine...

A whole host of terms that no one on Earth had ever heard of hovered around Monkey King, South Wind, Internet Addict, and Mother-Entangled Guy, making it seem like getting them into their heads would be quite a challenge.

"Miss Butterfly, we find it too complicated here, and we're having a little trouble learning it, dear?"

Miss Butterfly pressed a red button.

"This is the flight AI activation switch. Just tell me where you want to go, how you want to fly, what weapons you want to use, and what targets you want to attack."

On the display screen in front of the driver's seat, a small robot appeared, baring its big teeth, squinting its eyes, and emitting a mechanical synthesized voice.

"Hello, hello everyone! I am the intelligent operating robot of the Falcon, and my name is Partner!"

Monkey looked at Miss Butterfly speechlessly.

"Why didn't you say so earlier! Just press this button, and it's done. All this system stuff is unnecessary!"

Miss Butterfly said seriously.

"Flying is a serious matter. Humans and machines must rely on each other. Learning manual operation is to make you trust the machine, while installing intelligent operation is to make the machine trust humans."

The four people gave a thumbs up.

"No wonder they're celestial scientists; they've even created a faith!"

I don't know if Monkey King and his friends have learned how to operate it manually, but they've certainly mastered the intelligent operation.

Before long, I was having a lively conversation with the AI.

Monkey King: "Hey buddy, what's the name of our plane again?"

AI: "Aircraft type: Falcon, aircraft serial number: YS-8229-G-12."

Monkey King: "Eagle Falcon, that doesn't sound good, let's change the name."

AI: "Dear driver, what name would you like to give your car?"

Monkey King: "Let's call it 'Rebel Army Fighter Jet Number One'!"

Nanfeng: "That sounds awful. It should be named after me directly, 'Nanfeng'!"

Internet addict: "How about calling it 'Demacia'?"

The author, affectionately known as "Mom-Chapter Entangled Brother," commented: "We should pay tribute to the veterans of our online literature circle; how about calling him 'Tang No. 3'?"

AI: "Okay, renaming successful. This is now 'Tang San No. 1 Fighter Uprising in Demacia Taking Advantage of the South Wind'!"

After learning to drive, without delay, Song Gua had Monkey and the other three fly directly to Antarctica, carrying the map given to them by Wan Jianyi, to find the seventh City of Glory.

The armor on Miss Butterfly opened a mechanical wing, and jets appeared under her feet, propelling her slowly into the air.

"I should go too. I was discovered while crossing the sky, and the Federation is looking for me."

"Thank you so much for the plane, it was a huge help... Oh, by the way, how's Yue Sheng doing?"

"He's currently being treated at my outpost. He's not in any immediate danger, but to ensure his full recovery, we'll have to wait for a starship from Mars to pick him up."