'Damn it!'
'I finally broke through!'
'Who knew getting out would be even more dangerous than getting in.'
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Feng Shan turned to look at the back seat. Aunt Susan's breathing was steady; you could even say she was sleeping peacefully.
The Witchcraft had treated her bleeding and internal injuries. Her external wounds looked terrifying, but she wasn't actually in any danger.
Hm?
'Are those people down there?'
Through the windshield, he saw two orange bush planes parked on the ground. Beside them, several people in orange uniforms were waving at him.
Feng Shan slowed down and descended, positioning himself above them before picking up the radio transceiver.
"Hello, hello, this is the Carnation, do you copy? Over."
"Flying Man, we copy. We're the Fairbanks rescue team. Have you extracted the injured party? Over."
"The injured party is aboard the Carnation. Her condition is stable. I'm now en route to Fairbanks. Over."
