Everyone knew exactly who Hendric was subtly dissing.
Charles couldn't hold back and shot back, "Who are you dissing, huh? Didn't get enough action on the plane, so now you want a piece of me?"
Hendric smirked, his face oozing with disdain and a hint of mockery. "I didn't call anyone out by name, did I? You're the one who's taking it personally."
Charles clenched his fists, growing more frustrated.
"What's your deal, man? If you can't handle it, just step aside and don't be a roadblock," Hendric taunted, pushing Charles aside as he shifted his focus to Lucille's impending landing.
Before long, the last white parachute gracefully touched down. Hendric rushed over to the landing spot.
"Sis, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Lucille's feet hit solid ground, and she took a moment to assess the surrounding environment and terrain.
This place resembled an isolated mountain range. When they had flown over it in the helicopter, she had admired the lush greenery from above.