Chen Guanyun fired his weapon.
Song Guanchao was still a step too late.
This shot, like the one before, struck the co-pilot in the right chest, who clutched his chest, his complexion deathly pale.
"Pfft!"
The Dull Blade in Song Guanchao's hand was, at this moment, sharper than any weapon, easily slicing through Chen Guanyun's wrist skin and muscle, piercing through.
A scream rang out, and the handgun dropped to the floor.
Song Guanchao turned and threw a punch aimed at Yao Jinsheng's mouth and nose.
Amidst the crunching sound, Yao Jinsheng's nasal bone broke, his nosebleed trailing down as he clutched his face, howling in pain as he stumbled backward.
Song Guanchao did not stop his attack, moving forward to grab Yao Jinsheng's hair, ramming his knee into his face, rendering him unconscious with two strikes.
One in each hand, he dragged the two out of the cockpit and looked up, saying, "Secretary Sun, come here."
"Ah, oh, oh."
