Swoosh.
Just as Wen Yaoting was laughing insidiously with satisfaction inside the helicopter cabin, Lin Fei suddenly swung the steel pipe in his hand into the air.
The steel pipe whistled as it flew out.
With a loud bang, the steel pipe struck Wen Yaoting's chest right on target. He screamed miserably and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Yaoting collapsed inside the cabin, causing the people inside to scream in shock.
The helicopter, hovering in mid-air, quickly flew out of the valley and left.
Above the valley, there was a helipad on the cliff.
The helicopter slowly landed on the helipad.
Wen Bozhong, dressed in a military-green Zhongshan suit, accompanied by several guards, approached the helicopter.
Looking at the unconscious Wen Yaoting, blood at the corners of his mouth, Wen Bozhong wore a grim expression, and he angrily questioned the soldiers inside the cabin, "Who did this?"
A soldier said to Wen Bozhong, "Sir, it was Lin Fei."
