Jiushijiu Tower's upper helipad was where Shiyu Genmi, about to board a plane, whistled. Using binoculars, he clearly saw the missile-helicopter tearing through the dark clouds—a ridiculous invention of Dome City's bizarre technology made him burst into laughter.
"Wow, what a mess of things!"
The white-haired Ninja stood behind him. The Faceless God and the Hidden Law Master had already boarded the helicopter. Shiyu Genmi had no intention of directing them; he picked up his phone, and said leisurely, "Zhongyi! Say hello to your elder brother and sister."
In the middle section of the tower, having just concluded a proxy meeting, Shiyu Zhongyi gazed at the sky from the window. Dressed as usual in his white suit, sporting a monocle, he looked more like a young butler than a combatant.
"Understood."
