The 'whoosh whoosh' wind stirred up by the helicopter cut Song Yinyin's face like blades, and she instinctively reached out her hands to protect her cheeks.
Only after she adjusted did she lift her head to look toward the helicopter door.
Ji Tingfeng, dressed in camouflage, hung by one hand on the edge of the helicopter door. The extremely dangerous pose made him look even more dashing and powerful.
The moment Song Yinyin suddenly saw Ji Tingfeng, she felt a great sense of joy.
Luckily, reinforcements had arrived.
Indeed, when Yan Kejun saw the helicopter, his expression immediately turned sour, and his men, who had never witnessed such a scene, were scared and confused.
Ji Tingfeng leapt down from the helicopter with a few soldiers; their valiant figures struck fear in the black-clad men, who paled and retreated.
Even before Ji Tingfeng's men took action, Yan Kejun's men were already scattering like startled animals.
