The Death Of The Scar-Faced Man

The helicopter's rotor blades picked up speed. Accompanied by the sound of howling wind, the helicopter left the Netherworld Sea prison.

"You guys can keep chatting."

"I'll be leaving first. "

"I really don't have that kind of relationship with them."

Yuchi casually said a few words to the gossipy prisoners. After he finished, he refused the prisoners' questions and returned to the beach alone.

Inside the helicopter, Qin Lanyu definitely had a lot of questions to ask Fengyi, but the latter could only smile and shake her head in the face of so many questions.

The implied meaning of Fengyi's response was very simple.

"Doctor Qin, although I know it's hard for you to accept this truth within a short time, you just have to choose to believe in him."

"You've chosen to help him this time. Even if he refused to accept your treatment, I'm sure he was quite pleased by your offer of assistance."