The helicopter flew steadily back to the capital and landed on the military district helipad.
Yi Lin had just landed when he frowned.
This place is surrounded.
"Hmm?" Mo Ren Di seemed to notice it too, raising his brow angrily, "Didn't I say this is an old friend of mine?"
Zhao Yulong opened his mouth but had nothing to say. Then he reluctantly issued the "everyone retreat" order over the walkie-talkie.
"It's okay." Yi Lin shook his head and smiled, "Young people, a bit rash, can't blame him."
Mo Ren Di also had a look of disappointment, "Yeah, too rash, not steady enough."
Zhao Yulong felt like crying but had no tears.
He had the urge to go draw circles in a corner.
This wasn't my damn order.
I, too, was helpless, wasn't I?
In fact, Yi Lin's appearance didn't look old.
He didn't even resemble "mature".
However, Yi Lin's experiences cannot be simply described as "rich".
