The man with glasses spoke with a relaxed and cheerful tone. He adjusted his glasses and watched the cabin door with a smile: "Even if you control the helicopter, it's useless. There was only enough fuel to fly here in the first place. If you don't believe me, you can force them to take off and try it. But if you end up crashing, don't blame us for not warning you beforehand."
At these words, Mu Chen was momentarily stunned, showing a bit of anger on his face: "Really cunning, huh! How deep is this grudge? Wait... this seems like none of my business!"
"The grudge is quite deep," Ling Mo responded indifferently. In the face of great interests, such tricks are insignificant...
"Should I go out and explain? Can you provide some proof for me?" Mu Chen asked, frustrated.
"You're just the instructor leading my team; they shouldn't have trouble with you..." Ling Mo said, rubbing his temples.
