The helicopter had been flying for over an hour, and William Cole was still clinging to the rope ladder.
David Torres sipped his coffee inside the aircraft, glanced down, and let out a cold laugh, "This kid is pretty tenacious, eh? Hasn't dropped yet."
The pilot frowned, "Mr. Torres, according to Mr. Hull's wishes, we are to take William Cole to meet him."
"Isn't it a bit wrong to not let him up?"
David Torres wore a malicious grin, "What's wrong with that?"
"William Cole is very strong and full of tricks. If we let him into the plane, he might just end up killing us all."
"Plus, he knows that sinister needle technique. Can you ensure your own safety if we let him up here?"
The pilot chuckled, "Mr. Torres, the sea is just ahead. In another hour, we'll be back at Bat Island."
After pondering for a few seconds, David Torres responded indifferently, "Can we lower the flight altitude and dip him into the sea?"
"What do you mean?" The pilot was taken aback.