Luo Xiao's gentle brows were now drawn together with a menacing air, "Don't worry, it won't affect ordinary people if they inhale it."
The burly man nodded and didn't dare to say much more. The substance looked frightening, and Luo Xiao gave him a look that was so fierce it could kill, "Go check which direction we're in now."
"Northwest wind," the burly man went to the cockpit to check, "Wind force four."
"Are we facing the wind?"
"No, we're currently sailing with a crosswind."
"Change," Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes, "I want to head into the wind."
"Young Master, this is the sea, if we sail into the wind we might..."
Luo Xiao cut him off, his tone decisive, "If we don't change our course, we will certainly die."
The man gripped the transparent bag in his hand. His usually graceful face was now as dark as night. Against the wind, he released the powder to ensure it would reach the helicopter following behind them.
