Wa Da remained silent.
The two of them were locked in a standoff.
For the first time, between comrades, there seemed to be murderous intent.
Qiao Xiguan kept silently watching the fireball; the argument beside her seemed to turn into a distant, indistinct noise in her ears. She turned her head to Winterson, "Let's go. If Ye Wu doesn't come up, we'll leave first."
"Qiao Xiguan!" Ye Wu, hearing such words, wished she could kill her.
At this moment, Winterson silently nodded, "Ye Wu, if you don't go, we're leaving. Wa Da, Gao Song, Feiqin, get on."
The three of them paused for a second, then leapt into the helicopter.
Winterson started the helicopter, the rotor blades spinning faster and faster, causing the branches to be whipped into a chaotic frenzy under the helicopter's downdraft.
"Ye Wu, are you really not coming up?!" Winterson asked her one last time.
Ye Wu looked at them, staring fiercely, "I'm not going!"
Those three words were resolute and decisive.
