Damn it, what kind of polite family's welcoming ceremony involves washing smelly socks?!

Imagine a whole bunch of socks emitting a strong smell appearing in your mind's eye.

Yuan Yi felt a wave of nausea.

"No, no, no, this mission absolutely cannot fall to me!!!"

"Flying Cat, I'm going first!"

Yuan Yi was already closer to the Korean company than they were.

At this point, they couldn't care less about anything shocking or unconventional.

With a high angle of attack, it instantly completed a 180-degree turn.

Then, howling, it charged straight at the stick.

"Kaseki, you Koreans, your grandpa's here!!"

After switching to the public channel, Yuan Yi used Korean to launch a taunting attack on the Koreans.

The carrier-based aircraft roared and charged towards the enemy formation once again.

Song Qianli was so angry that his heart almost exploded when he heard the cursing coming from the public channel.

"Damn it, you bastard, you just wait."

"See if I don't force you to eject."

"Qianli Squadron".

"Aim at him!"

"Work in groups and engage in close combat to employ fighter jet techniques."

"Surround him and beat him to a pulp!"

"Roger that, Captain."

"Roger that, Captain."

The South Korean fighter jets changed their formation once again.

They split into pairs, some flying directly in front of Yuan Yi, and others flying to the left or right.

Anyway, the South Korean fighter pilots have only one idea right now.

First, beat this foul-mouthed jerk down.

Other Chinese fighter jets?

I don't care, who cares about all that!