Mo Nanjue was already on a helicopter, quickly locking on to the three helicopters ahead. The opponents were flying fast, and in front of this cemetery was the Jinhai Sea Area.
Mo Nanjue bit the bullet shell, loaded the gun in his hand, and squinted coldly, "Chase them for me!"
Their people obviously wouldn't be able to escape.
After hardly ten minutes of flight, the helicopter had already crossed into the airspace above the Jinhai Sea Area, and the subordinates anxiously turned back, "Young Master, those are Empire Jue's men... We can't outrun them; they are about to surround us."
Luo Xiao frowned deeply and lowered his head. The woman's pale cheeks were quietly resting in the crook of his arm. He reached out to stroke her face, "Even if we can't outrun them, just run. We can talk once we're surrounded."
The subordinate opened their mouth, wanting to say this was courting death, but swallowed the words.
