On the rooftop of the hospital, a helicopter was parked, its rotor blades spinning incessantly, the wind roaring on the faces, piercingly cold in this late autumn. Yan Luoxi was carried unconsciously on a shoulder by the Venomous Snake, her faint breathing was the only proof she was still alive.
Zhou Bei's gaze fell on her, knowing full well that once Yan Luoxi was taken aboard the helicopter by the Venomous Snake, she might never return. Yet, he was utterly helpless at the moment, forced to watch as she was thrown into the back seat of the helicopter.
The Venomous Snake boarded the helicopter, casting a chilling gaze at Zhou Bei standing there. Zhou Bei had no choice but to board the helicopter as well.
The helicopter's doors closed, the engine roared loudly, and in no time, the helicopter lifted off the ground and soared into the sky. Just as it rose a hundred meters above the rooftop, someone rushed out from inside the building.
