At the same time.
On a helicopter right next to the ferry dock, the girl stood in the cabin doorway without a seat belt, one hand gripping the overhead handle, the other holding a small pair of binoculars as she looked down.
Below the helicopter, a sea of lights, skyscrapers packed together—nothing really visible.
Qiao Nian lowered the binoculars, let go, and walked toward the pilot's seat, her face dark: "How long until we get there?"
The helicopter pilot took a moment to glance at the navigation map: "About another half hour."
Qiao Nian swung one leg over and sat on the co-pilot seat, her voice low: "Can you go any faster?"
The pilot just felt an overwhelming pressure from the person beside him; he was so nervous he almost forgot how to fly: "Uh, Zhui Guang, this is already the top speed."
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, checked the numbers on the instrument panel herself, and knew he was telling the truth, but she still couldn't help feeling insanely on edge.
