"So...so..."
Ling Mohan's voice was trembling, he suddenly painfully grabbed his own neck, "Ah, I can't breathe anymore!"
"What's going on?" Scorpion was startled, "Doctor, quickly, check on Mr. Ling."
"It's... poison..." A crazed dark cloud surged in Ling Mohan's eyes, "Ye Huang poisoned me."
Scorpion: "..."
"Is the antidote you threw down real?" Ling Mohan asked.
Scorpion also realized things were bad, quietly answered: "It's real..."
"Bastard!" Ling Mohan struggled to look down from the cabin window.
Fu Xue had already taken the antidote and rushed back, Ye Huang's men were trying to save Gu Yingyue.
"Land, land!"
Ling Mohan shouted in pain, feeling he was about to die.
"Without the antidote, I'm going to die right now!"
Scorpion hurriedly ordered to land.
The pilot skillfully turned in the air, landing back at the original spot.
Ye Huang and his people hadn't left yet, each holding their weapons, waiting leisurely for Ling Mohan to return on his own.
