He Chen looked at Shang Yu's actions, his eyes filled with worry, "Shaoyan..."
Shang Yu forced open He Chen's shoulder and strode to the helicopter's cabin door. Just one look made Wei Ang's whole body stiffen with fear.
At this moment, Shang Yu was different from every other time he fell ill.
He disregarded everyone, even all life.
When Shang Yu no longer restrained his emotions, his eyes were dark and thick, devoid of any human feelings.
Under the man's intimidating gaze, Wei Ang tremblingly jumped down from the cockpit. They were very close, and he could clearly feel the suffocating sensation before death.
Shang Yu grabbed the cabin door, stretched his long legs, and instantly got into the cabin.
Just before the cabin door closed, Shang Zonghai walked over slowly. He glanced at the puzzled Old George in the back seat, then raised a hand to stop Shang Yu from closing the door.
