"A Cheng took a bullet; he's as good as dead. Stop worrying about him!" Chuyang was as anxious as an ant on a hot stove.
"Shut up! Say one more word, and I'll throw you down!" Ji Wei snapped coldly.
Under Ji Wei's piercing gaze, Chuyang immediately shut his mouth in fright.
The pilot was still waiting for instructions.
Down below were all Yamamoto Yu's men. Ji Wei knew that if A Cheng fell, there was no chance he would survive...
She bit her lips fiercely, nearly breaking the skin and drawing blood, before slowly turning her head. Her eyes were red as she nodded toward the pilot.
The pilot, eyes glistening with tears, trembled as he reached back to pull the engine lever. The rotor blades roared deafeningly, and the gust of wind kicked up blinded the gang of men in black on the ground.
The helicopter ascended continuously, bullets still flying at it, but ultimately unable to stop it from escaping.
