The Old Master turned his head to look at her, his expression stiffening again and again.
It seemed he was at a loss for words with Summer Sutton, as if he had never met someone so cowardly.
"Forget it, I won't bother you anymore." He threw her a sentence in exasperation, then slowly began to land the plane.
At first, his maneuvering went smoothly enough.
But as the plane continued, an unknown problem arose, and suddenly the plane plunged straight downwards.
Watching the ground getting closer and closer, Summer Sutton was shocked pale.
She wasn't ready to die yet. If she were to die here, what would happen to Adrian Walyon's leg injury?
Manuel Ink was still on the ground waiting, and from Summer Sutton's angle, she could see him running frantically in her direction.
Running so vigorously, it seemed he was terribly anxious.
"Parachute! Parachute!" Amongst the chaos, Summer Sutton seemed to hear him shouting at the top of his lungs.
That's right, the parachute!
