The pilot in the cockpit steered the airplane directly towards Beijing upon hearing the orders.
On the way, the officer kept urging the pilot, "Faster! Faster!"
The pilot had already pushed the airplane to its maximum speed.
Qin Han sat silently on the plane, staring out at the vast starry sky through the window.
Seeing this, the officer whispered, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Dugu will surely be alright!"
"What exactly happened?" Qin Han asked calmly.
Although Qin Han's tone was calm, everyone could see his clenched fists, so tight that his fingers had turned pale.
"In the morning, Mr. Dugu and Lord Ming discussed that this situation could not continue, so they planned to lure the snake out of its hole!"
"However, they did not anticipate that the Burmese forces would be led by a late-stage Heavenly master this time!"
"As a result, Mr. Dugu was severely injured."
Qin Han nodded and said, "I heard from Zhong's people that Wushang had several pieces of flesh ripped off him. What happened?"
