Ross Bay.
The leaden clouds were as oppressive as ever, and the piercing cold wind swept the snow across the plains like a white sandstorm.
Ratatatatatatata.
At this moment, a ripping sound came through the blizzard of white sand.
A small helicopter flying low suddenly broke through the curtain of snow, its body shaking violently in the cold wind, covered in snow dust.
Due to the turbulent air currents, even low-flying was wobbly.
After the helicopter had flown away.
Suddenly, a pair of brown vertical pupils opened beneath the snow, emotionlessly staring in the direction the aircraft had disappeared.
Inside the helicopter, Shao Zifeng quietly opened one eye, surveying his surroundings.
This was a very small helicopter, and aside from the pilot in the cockpit, the cabin could barely accommodate him and Ma Zhiliang. They had even removed the seats to save space.
