Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

The car had just come to a stop at the airport entrance, and Han Che hadn't even fully gotten out of the back seat when he saw Qi Yuhao standing next to the glass door at the terminal entrance waving in their direction.

He was wearing a dark coat and carrying a large bag, and it looked like he had been there for a while.

He jogged over from the porch, his face beaming with excitement, "Brother Han!"

After closing the car door, Han Che turned to look at him. "You're here so early?"

Qi Yuhao chuckled and wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead. "I haven't been here long, I just arrived."

Seeing his excited expression, Han Che thought for a moment before speaking, "This trip isn't for fun. Besides, you haven't joined the club yet, so you can't go to the joint training. You need to be obedient then, understand?"

Han Che spoke in the tone of an elder or guardian, looking into Qi Yuhao's eyes as if to confirm whether he had listened.

After Qi Yuhao went to the club to find Xiaobai that day, he went there again the next day and happened to run into Han Che. The two of them chatted alone for a while.

Qi Yuhao seemed to trust Han Che more, and told him some more detailed things, including the change in his father's tone when he mentioned the project on the phone, the client's recent strange attitude, and some trivial details that were unrelated to the work arrangements themselves.

Although the whole story didn't make sense when put together, Han Che didn't believe it was fabricated by Qi Yuhao because of the details.

So he was allowed to accompany Club 78 as a logistics staff member.

Qi Yuhao put away his playful expression and nodded solemnly.

This is the first time that China has participated in a joint training program; prior to this, other countries had already cooperated on numerous occasions.

However, it is said that this is the first time the training location has been specifically moved to Longcheng, and the same applies to personnel from other countries.

The official organization provided a special charter flight for Club 78. Xiaobai, holding the registration information, led everyone to the boarding gate of the charter flight.

The group walked into the terminal together. Xiaobai, holding the registration information, walked at the front. She stopped in front of a sign to confirm the direction, and then led the group into the passage leading to the special plane area.

The glass walls on both sides of the passageway offer a view of the tarmac, where several aircraft of different sizes and paint schemes are parked in the distance.

The group of men in black checked their identification and boarding information at the entrance of the passage, then stepped aside to let them continue forward.

After exiting the passageway, the view opened up considerably. Several aircraft were parked on the tarmac. The one closest to them was of moderate size, predominantly white in color, and its side door was already open.

Looking further into the distance, there were two planes that were significantly larger than this one parked on the other side of the same area. Their paint scheme was not ordinary white, but rather featured special patterns and insignia.

Han Che recognized the logos on the side of the fuselage; they belonged to the Dragon Soaring Club and the Phoenix Cry Club.

People were already boarding the two planes from below the gangways. There were quite a few people, and they were walking up the gangways in an orderly fashion, one group after another.

Standing beside the gangway of her own airplane, Qiu Ying glanced back at the two large planes in the distance and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's really impressive!"

The mule, standing beside her, followed her gaze and asked, "How many people are they taking with them?"

"I don't know, judging from this, there are at least dozens of people." Han Che stared at the two planes and remarked.

Han Che looked between the two planes for a while, and people were still boarding one after another. "I don't know, but judging from the situation, there are at least dozens of people."

He had previously learned about the selection mechanism for the UN Joint Training Program, which is roughly divided into three levels.

As long as you pass the minimum requirement, you can enter the first tier, where resources are provided by the United Nations and other top clubs in other countries for standardized cooperation in tackling dangerous areas.

To put it bluntly, these people are given better equipment, but they only play a supporting role.

But it's said that this is actually the category with the most people failing, and passing is not as easy as you might imagine.

The second tier requires outstanding performance based on the first tier, whether it's assault, sniping, positional warfare, or reconnaissance and medic work.

People in this tier can become the main force, and tactics can be developed around them during missions.

The third tier is the most important elite tier in the joint training program.

They need to reach the top level in one of the two categories, and compete with other contestants of the same category in the second tier. Only those who stand out can be selected for the third tier.

Only in this level can one access the so-called "Big Red Technology".

This is also the purpose stated by the United Nations.

Bring together the world's most advanced technologies to create equipment tailored for an elite squad.

Where possible, the third-tier contestants are also required to provide the second-tier members with the high-tech equipment that may be mass-produced in the future for training purposes.

It is said that the Katyusha Club has achieved small-scale mass production of riot shields and formed a riot shield squad.

Han Che glanced one last time at the screen showing players boarding the two planes one after another, shook his head, and boarded their private jet.

Their private plane wasn't very big; after all, their club, including Qi Yuhao, an unofficial member, only had seven people.

Han Che sat down according to his seat number. His seat was right by the aisle, and there were only two seats in that row.

"Coincidentally," the window seat in his room was occupied by Xiaobai.

Xiao Bai saw Han Che sit down next to her and greeted him with a smile.

Han Che was a little confused. Did he need to greet him? Weren't you just in front of me?

However, he still waved in response.

He had just settled into his seat when footsteps came from the aisle and stopped beside him.

Qi Yuhao, holding his boarding pass, stood in the aisle and glanced ahead. Then he turned back to look at Han Che's seat, bent down, and peered into the row behind Han Che's seat.

"Sister Xiaobai, my seat is in the back. Could we switch seats? I'd like to sit with Brother Han."

Xiao Bai paused slightly upon hearing Qi Yuhao's request, a fleeting hint of embarrassment crossing her face, before smiling again. "Would you like to sit here? Okay... um?"

After all, he's President Qi's son and Han Che's friend, so Xiao Bai naturally wanted to take care of him.

As she spoke, she was already preparing to unbuckle her seatbelt and stand up to make room for Qi Yuhao when a hand suddenly reached out from the back seat, slipped through the gap in the seat back, covered her mouth, and pressed her back into her seat, preventing her from standing up.

Xiao Bai was startled by the sudden movement. She turned her head to look at the owner of the hand. Qiu Ying was peeking out half of her face from the gap in the back of the seat, her eyes full of threat, glaring at Qi Yuhao.