Xi Muchen did not take Lu Sen's words to heart and sat directly into the helicopter. Following Xi Muchen, Wei Yan patted Lu Sen's shoulder before boarding the helicopter.
With feigned sympathy, Wei Yan said, "I hope you'll still be this tough in a little while."
The helicopter took off quickly, leaving Lu Sen hanging in the air. Muchen's voice, mingled with the sound of the wind, reached his ears, "I'm giving you another chance to come clean."
Lu Sen did not respond, and the helicopter continued to accelerate through the pitch-black night sky.
Inside the helicopter, Wei Yan leaned back in his seat and looked at the man opposite him, saying, "I'm utterly floored by your ideas, Xiaochen."
"It was you who said he wouldn't be easy to deal with like ordinary people."
When the sky was just starting to lighten, Lu Sen was brought to a primitive forest, where Muchen had tormented him so much that he was nearly fainting from exhaustion.