The snowflakes and cold wind were blocked outside by the water-patterned canopy, yet everyone inside the flying device felt a bone-chilling cold, spreading from the depths of their hearts to their limbs—this was clearly an ambush set up by the enemy, waiting for them to walk right into it.
"Protect Miss Ming Yue, prepare for ground battle!" Min Wenbing's voice came through the communicator, carrying an undeniable decisiveness.
In the air, the view is wide open, making them easy targets. They can only rely on the terrain to counterattack once grounded.
"Yes!"
The bodyguards replied in unison, the flying device's cabin door swiftly opened, and the biting wind instantly rushed in.
Min Wenbing was the first to leap out of the cabin, Spiritual Energy condensed into a golden airflow beneath his feet, steadily cushioning the impact of his fall; the other bodyguards followed closely, moving swiftly like leopards.
