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There's a problem!
A huge problem!
Bi Fang clenched his teeth, the engine overworking and emitting a terrifying clatter.
The light aircraft's engine, after enduring half a month of flying and the torture akin to a tumble dryer, was on the verge of collapse with the throttle fully open once more.
Étienne dared not look up anymore; he turned his head, clutching the chair back, his face pressed and distorted like a sticker, his entire body firmly pressed into the seat.
Bi Fang's face wasn't looking good either. As a respectable citizen who only went to amusement parks for 'Mickey Mouse and His Friends' rides, when had he ever been chased by a helicopter?
It was just a flock of birds, who would dispatch a chopper for that?
You can't afford the game, but is this really necessary?
Bi Fang was frustrated to the point of spitting blood. He had just thought he had escaped, only to be chased down again in the time it took to brush his teeth!