Under the chaotic and strong turbulence, Su Xin's clothes fluttered, and hair danced, yet his expression was incredibly calm, with eyes full of confidence and arrogance.
He turned his head and looked again at the helicopter that had been trailing him from a hundred meters away in the air.
His eyes, his expression, and his series of actions earlier were all captured by a high-definition camera on the helicopter.
"Quick, quick, quick! Get away!"
A middle-aged man with a scraggly beard was startled by Su Xin's gaze through the camera and urgently shouted for the pilot to leave.
The pilot, also frightened by Su Xin's earlier act of splitting a missile with a knife, did not dare to delay at all and promptly controlled the helicopter to turn away.
