Right now, if he had to forcibly withstand this without any defenses, Zhang Beixing knew he would definitely pay the price!
A real man knows when to let go!
After letting go of the helicopter, Zhang Beixing rolled back onto the villa terrace, sticking close to the ground to dodge the incoming missile aimed at him.
Just his luck, the helicopter wasn't as fortunate.
Finally regaining freedom, Feng Ye piloted the helicopter; but before he could react after the brief weightlessness.
The entire helicopter was instantly engulfed in flames.
A helicopter, an executive from the Lower Mouth Organization, plus a missile—at this moment, the combination created a short-lived yet dazzling firework in the air; it was quite a sight.
Zhang Beixing watched the scene and clicked his tongue.
"Lucky for this guy, at least he died quickly."
Then he glanced at those irritating folks with the Gatling and Anti-aircraft guns, Zhang Beixing's figure flickered, and he quickly dealt with them.
