A helicopter had been parked on the rooftop sometime during the day, and someone was smoking in the pilot's seat.
Hearing the noise, Zong Ao turned around and narrowed his eyes. This person was an old acquaintance.
The other person's gaze fell on his chest, and they let out a flirtatious whistle.
The gruff man urged Zong Ao to hurry up and get on the plane.
Zong Ao tossed aside the diamond cuff he had torn from Yi Mu's sleeve and calmly climbed the ladder onto the plane.
The main family's glass is specially made; the bullet only pierced one hole, and the sound was less than the noise of a bowl falling to the ground.
It wasn't until the helicopter took off that someone realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
Guan Shengye went back to look for Yi Mu but couldn't find him. Just as he was about to make a phone call, he suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter taking off.
Looking up, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably panicked.
All security personnel went upstairs to inspect the helicopter.
Guan Shengye's ears were ringing; he was temporarily deaf and couldn't hear any external sounds.
His legs wouldn't stop, and he ran to the top floor, snatching the binoculars from the security guard next to him.
The helicopter had already flown far away, and it was impossible to see what was inside.
Someone stepped on the diamond cufflink, picked it up, and looked at it.
Guan Shengye caught a glimpse of that small cufflink, and his blood ran cold.
The unexpected appearance of the helicopter made the atmosphere at the dinner party tense.
Security personnel checked the guest list for the banquet and found that two people were missing.
The ninth young master of the main family, and the people brought by Guan Shengye.
Guan Shengye was almost out of breath, and scenes of Yi Mu leaving twenty years ago flashed before his eyes.
The white sheet covering Yi Mu's body, his horribly disfigured face, and the fear of him not responding no matter how his name was called.
Guan's father was calmer than him and immediately took out his phone to contact an acquaintance in air traffic control.
The other party's helicopter was being monitored, but soon lost signal and disappeared from the surveillance.
Guan Shengye only gave himself half an hour to adjust his state. He told his father that he was going to find Yi Mu.
Guan's father had spoken with the patriarch of the clan and roughly knew the identities of those people; he was unwilling for Guan Shengye to take the risk.
But at the same time, he also knew that Guan Shengye would not listen to his advice.
Guan's father gave Guan Shengye a lot of weapons, as well as more than twenty mercenaries.
The clan also sent people; the two groups traveled by helicopter to pursue the other party along their route.
"You have to treat him; he's lost too much blood and he'll die."
Zong Ao grasped Yi Mu's cold hand and glared at the man sitting opposite him.
The other person showed a contemptuous expression. Although they didn't say anything, the meaning was clear: "So be it if you die."
The man piloting the plane spoke, saying a few words that Zong Ao couldn't understand.
The gruff man clicked his tongue, opened the medical kit, took out the IV drip and medicine, and threw them on the ground.
Zong Ao had some basic medical knowledge. He first stopped the bleeding from Yi Mu's wound and then applied medicine.
The helicopter flew for a long time, stopping twice to refuel. It flew from sunrise to sunset for two days before finally stopping in a tropical rainforest.
Yi Mu woke up before landing, and faced with several burly men eyeing him menacingly inside the computer case, he asked nothing.
She quietly let Zong Ao carry her off the plane until she saw a lush, primeval forest.
He had only seen this type of landform on the Man and Nature Channel and in some geography magazines. It is generally distributed in South America and Africa, and in China, it is distributed in Yunnan, Taiwan and other places.
Looking at these people's faces, their features are deep-set, and their skin tones range from yellow to white to black.
If we exclude people of Asian descent and it's not solely African, then this place is very likely a South American jungle.
Zong Ao and Yi Mu were completely surrounded, with no chance of escape.
"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."
Zong Ao's voice was filled with remorse.
Yi Mu snapped out of his thoughts, knowing that he must be feeling extremely bad right now, and forced a smile to comfort him.
"We've already come this far, so don't think too much about it. Let me recover a bit and then we'll figure out how to escape."
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