Although he excelled at flattering and currying favor, Gao Yi had earned his current status through combat.
While high EQ could be the icing on the cake, in life-or-death moments, Gao Yi could only depend on his own solid Kung Fu skills.
Seizing every opportunity and finding every gap, whether in hand-to-hand combat or warfare, Gao Yi never let a single chance slip by.
So it couldn't be said that Gao Yi was rash, rather, it was that he had seen a glimmer of hope amidst desperation and had acted with extreme decisiveness and bravery.
Gao Yi leapt out of the window.
Whoosh – he was gone, and all that could be seen was a figure charging madly toward a tank to the side.
"Ah..."
Lin Xianghua futilely stretched out his hand, letting out an incredulous and utterly meaningless cry of shock.
Feng Biao was momentarily stunned; then, instinctively wanting to follow, he jumped up, his right leg hitting the windowsill, but then he decisively gave up on the idea of following.