Tilted Helicopter

The helicopter roared through the sky, soaring over dense forests, stirring the tender green leaves atop the treetops as it headed toward the imperial city.

Inside the cabin.

Qin Shan’s thick fingers gripped a wine glass, savoring a sip of red wine with a satisfied smile, sneaking a glance at the sea of clouds outside the window, his heart pounding wildly.

Bai Xiu really is something! Who would've thought he could pilot a helicopter!

Liu Dachao crossed his legs arrogantly and boasted, "Bai Xiu’s skills are all-around, right, Old Lin?"

Lin Chen leaned against his cracked cloud cane, eyes closed, resting, ignoring him.

Liu Dachao wasn’t awkward about it either; he draped his hand over Lin Chen’s shoulder and continued laughing and joking.

At school, I always thought you were a cold block of ice, but after getting to know you, turns out you’re not bad at all.

Liu Dachao grinned and said, “Back when I went to Jiangbei City for a low-key undercover visit to experience ordinary life, I never expected to run into one big shot after another!”

“Cut it out, you calling that undercover?” Qin Shan scoffed, then looked at Lin Chen seriously. “The Underworld and Heaven are about to clash. What’s your take?”

Heaven has issued a bounty, determined to wipe out the Shura Sect entirely.

An Yi isn’t planning to swallow his pride quietly either.

Having reclaimed the island port, he’s formed the Rakshasa and allied with the Giant Elephant Corps from Northern Su.

Everything is gearing up for the final battle against Heaven.

Meanwhile, internal strife in the Underworld only intensifies the century-old feud between these two organizations.

The conflict between the Underworld and Heaven’s groups might erupt sooner than expected.

Both are world-class top-tier organizations; when two tigers fight, one is bound to get hurt.

For the Shura Sect, staying on the sidelines and reaping the benefits might just be the smartest move.

Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes and pondered deeply.

Qin Shan and Liu Dachao’s expressions turned grave as they looked at Lin Chen.

Though this poker-faced guy speaks little, his voice carries significant weight within the Shura Sect.

“Do you guys feel like the plane is tilting?” Lin Chen asked seriously.

Qin Shan:

Liu Dachao:

“You’ve been silent for so long, and that’s all you want to say?”

Qin Shan stared at the wine sloshing unevenly in his glass, eyes wide in shock. “Now that you mention it, it really is tilted.”

“Damn it, Bai Xiu can’t be asleep at the controls, right?” Liu Dachao’s hair practically stood on end as he hurriedly looked ahead.

“No, he’s not sleeping.”

Bai Xiu rubbed his sleepy eyes and stepped out from the pilot’s seat. “Someone tampered with the helicopter. It’s out of control.”

“You’re only telling us this now? This is serious!” Qin Shan’s head felt like it was about to explode.

Bai Xiu remained calm. “I was just about to say. Time to bail out.”

Looking down at the misty white clouds below, Qin Shan felt his legs start to tremble. Swallowing hard, he said, “Are we really going to parachute? I’m a bit afraid of heights.”

Bai Xiu shrugged and yawned. “There are no parachutes. Someone messed with the helicopter — why would they leave parachutes for us?”

Qin Shan:

Liu Dachao broke out in a cold sweat, panicking. “Then what do we do?”

Bai Xiu scratched his head. “How should I know? I can’t fly.”

Lin Chen, calm as ever, sighed softly.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The countdown of a bomb echoed.

In the clear sky, a deafening explosion shattered the silence, unleashing a terrifying black mushroom cloud.

The terrifying force made the entire forest tremble, and the sky itself seemed tainted.

Hiss—three jin of spirit-fire explosives! So expensive, it pains me to waste them.

A young man wearing sunglasses looked up at the sky, where the clouds had been blasted apart, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "With this amount of explosives, even Long Aoyun wouldn’t be able to withstand it."

The young man in sunglasses clapped his hands and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, an old man in a white lab coat with graying hair and a middle-aged man whose arm was half mechanical blocked his path.

Poison master Bob, and Gene with the mechanical arm!

The young man’s expression grew serious.

“Well, if it isn’t Ghost-Faced Luke. Long time no see. Or should I say, Lord Gabriel now?”

Gene crushed the soda can in his hand, grinning widely.

The bounty from the Shura Sect had become a ridiculous joke under An Yi’s meddling.

To avoid further manpower losses, the ten leaders of Heaven had already called off the bounty and decided on the next successor to Gabriel!

Luke removed his sunglasses, revealing terrifying black-blue eyes.

That was why he was called Ghost-Faced.

“Never expected to spar with you, the legendary assassin from Western Europe! Intriguing.”

Ghost-Faced Luke drew his twin battle axes from his waist, licking the corner of his mouth as his eyes grew crazier.

Bang!

Bang!

Luke’s axes swung fiercely.

Gene blocked with his mechanical arm, which suddenly revealed a gun barrel.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Blue flashes streaked as bullets sprayed toward Luke’s head.

But Luke anticipated this, using his twin axes to deflect Gene’s mechanical arm and slashing into him.

Sparks flew everywhere!

Gene took a step back, his chest torn open, revealing a body of mechanical steel beneath his clothes.

Tough as hell!

Luke grinned cruelly.

To be the heir of Gabriel, his strength was no joke—already ranked among the SSS-level assassins.

Screech!

Gene stepped back, and his mechanical arm extended a glowing blue longsword.

The two clashed again, axes and blade colliding. In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds passed.

Wow!

Luke spat blood.

Staggering two steps, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Gene straightened his tattered clothes, took two steps back, and frowned. “Hey, Bob, when you poison someone, can’t you watch out for others?”

Poison master Bob shrugged, chuckling, “Heh, you’re half-machine. You’re not afraid of poison!”

Gene lifted Luke’s body, speaking slowly, “This guy’s strength wasn’t simple. By the way, didn’t Boss say to bring back his corpse?”

“Yeah, probably for some interesting experiments.”

Bob squinted, asking, “Any news on those four others?”

Gene replied, “No idea. They probably didn’t die that easily. Our intel was late—the plane’s already been blown up.”

A towering ancient tree.

Four men tangled together, hanging from the treetop.

At the moment the bomb exploded—

Lin Chen had already activated his Qi control technique, escaping with the three others. After a brief flight, they landed here safely.

Qin Shan hugged his left leg, Liu Dachao clutched his right, and Bai Xiu jumped onto Lin Chen’s back.

So, their landing posture looked a bit awkward.

The feeling of being surrounded by burly men made Lin Chen’s cold expression even colder.

“Old Lin, how are we supposed to get down?”

Qin Shan looked down nervously, a hint of fear in his voice.

Even though it was only a few dozen meters, he had a bit of a fear of heights.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed loudly and was kicked down by Lin Chen.

Seeing this, Liu Dachao quickly let go. “No, Old Lin, I’ll do it myself!”

With that, Liu Dachao jumped down and, like a monkey, skillfully grabbed a vine and swung down.

“Hey!”

Lin Chen was about to say something when a snoring sound came from behind him — Bai Xiu was fast asleep.

Lin Chen: