"Chels! My friends, let's celebrate our escape to freedom!"

Sim shouted loudly towards another aircraft. After speaking, he raised a cup to his lips and drank in one gulp.

When he finished drinking and set the cup down, he looked toward the opposite helicopter again.

By now, the other helicopter was much closer, barely a hundred meters apart.

At this point, he could pretty much see the faces of the people sitting inside.

When he recognized the person constantly waving and greeting him from the other side,

the smile on his face gradually became rigid.

This...

Why is it someone with yellow skin?

And black hair?

This person looks a bit familiar.

The height.

The figure.

This is... damn Zhang Beixing!!!

...

...

The two aircraft were approaching.

One was pursuing while the other was fleeing.

Sweat was dripping from the pilots' foreheads; both pilots were drenched in sweat.

On the helicopter, Sim was on, the two pilots were vigorously pulling the control sticks as if their lives depended on it.

Sim could be heard beside them, continuously shouting wildly, "Faster! Faster! He's about to catch up! If you want to survive, fly faster! Otherwise, we're all going to die!!!"

Meanwhile, in the helicopter Zhang Beixing was in, he was not yelling, and the entire helicopter was relatively quiet, aside from the wind noise.

Because those top-tier executives on the helicopter were peacefully asleep in the cabin.

They weren't overly frightened; Zhang Beixing had gently reassured them.

He had given each of them a gentle tap on the neck, causing them to faint away.

When Zhang Beixing made his move, he wasn't gentle; unintentionally, while kindly sending them to sleep, he might have accidentally killed two or three with weaker physiques.

But it didn't matter; it was all small matters.

As long as there were a couple of survivors by the time they were captured, it would be fine; it wasn't a big deal.

Zhang Beixing didn't rush the pilots; there was no need to give them a hard time.

Zhang Beixing could tell they had been trying very hard. Even while standing at the cockpit door, with only the sound of the wind in his ears, Zhang Beixing could vaguely hear the angry shouts from the other helicopter's pilots through their earpieces.

At this moment, the gap between the two helicopters was less than thirty meters.

After estimating the distance with his eyes, Zhang Beixing nodded slightly.

Then he turned to the helicopter pilot and said,

"Later, you two need to stabilize the aircraft as much as you can. Don't crash it. Once you stabilize it, find a place to land and wait for me. Don't run around. If you bring my hostages safely down to the ground without flying off in the helicopter, I will give you a chance to survive."

Zhang Beixing said to them, though his spoken English was a bit awkward, it wasn't a big issue.

Zhang Beixing knew they could understand what he was saying.

But understanding his words was one thing; understanding the content was another.

Zhang Beixing saw the two pilots were visibly confused.

But he didn't pay them any attention; by now, Zhang Beixing was ready to spring into action.

The two pilots exchanged glances and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Why stabilize the aircraft? Isn't the helicopter quite stable?

Even if one said it's as steady as an old man, it's not an exaggeration, right?

It's not a windy day, the wind speed is stable, the weather is nice, and there's no rain or anything. Why stabilize the aircraft?

As they were perplexed, suddenly,

Bang!!!

A loud boom.

At this moment, it was as if heaven and earth had collapsed.

In an instant, the entire helicopter, weighing tens of tons, tilted sharply.

The enormous force plunged the two pilots into a loss of gravity for a moment.

Both were stunned.

By instinct, and professional reflex, they furiously pulled on the control sticks, trying to bring the helicopter back on course.

But this force was too strong, causing the helicopter not to do a complete three-sixty-degree spin.

The entire aircraft was now tilted at seventy or eighty degrees.

This status couldn't be maintained long; otherwise, the helicopter was undoubtedly going to crash.

"God bless!!"

A pilot shouted angrily, trying to lift the helicopter using the control stick.

They managed to respond slightly, which brought a tilt to the nose.

After a slight tilt, they could see Zhang Beixing leaping in mid-air from a parabolic trajectory, successfully jumping into the cabin of the opposing helicopter.

The helicopter accepting Zhang Beixing, propelled by the massive inertia, sank over two meters before stabilizing.

Immediately after, they heard a huge scream.

The helicopter without Zhang Beixing now had its pilots understand the meaning behind Zhang Beixing asking them to stabilize the aircraft.

Damn, an airborne maneuver...

Who could have thought of that?

The two pilots felt bitter within; it took a long time to stabilize and regain control of the helicopter. The propellers took a hit, breaking one of the smaller ones, forcing them to make an emergency landing.

Although they felt a bit fortunate, at least Zhang Beixing promised them a way to survive if they didn't run around, they'd be able to live.

At least for now, on the network, Zhang Beixing's reputation wasn't bad; nobody had heard of any captives being killed.

If worse comes to worst, he'd just bring them back to Great Xia.

"Bro, do you think we'll be eating free meals for the rest of our lives in Great Xia?"

"I don't know, maybe we'll undergo reformation through labor."

"..."

On the helicopter with Sim.

He was paralyzed with fear.

At this moment, he sat on the ground, the coffee cup knocked over on the floor, wine shattered into shards, liquids spread everywhere.

He sat on the ground, supporting himself with his hands to avoid collapsing.

His eyes watched Zhang Beixing in terror.

Below him was a puddle of liquid, who knows if it was wine or something else, or a mix of both, it was impossible to differentiate now.

He only knew that Zhang Beixing in front of him looked like the Devil.

Though with a smile on his face,

it sent chills down his spine.

"How did you get up here, why were you on the other helicopter!"

Sim kept retreating, trying to distance himself from Zhang Beixing to feel a bit safer.

But as he retreated, Zhang Beixing advanced a step, creating intense pressure.

Zhang Beixing, with a light smile, said,

"Since starting martial arts training, no target I've set my eyes on has ever escaped. Do you think you're special?"

Zhang Beixing squatted down, picking up the coffee cup, looking at the leftover traces of wine within.

"It seems like you're in a good mood, even celebrating your escape?"

"Here's a suggestion, don't celebrate prematurely before things are settled; that's called setting a flag."

Faced with Zhang Beixing's relentless taunting, his face turned ashen.

Unable to speak.

Zhang Beixing ignored him, turning to the cockpit, speaking to the two pilots,

"If you want to survive, start landing quickly, understand?"

"Understand, understand..."

The two pilots dared not defy Zhang Beixing and quickly looked for a location with a helicopter pad to land.

Zhang Beixing turned back, picked up a briefcase from a seat in the cabin.

The case was locked with a code; forced entry would likely destroy whatever was inside.

Zhang Beixing wasn't in a rush to open it, sitting directly in the seat, placing the briefcase by his side.