Chapter 88: Perhaps They Came to Give Us the Helicopter

Translator: Tim Editor: Tehrn

“The truth is,” Wu Xueming began, attempting to reassure Yu Miaodan and engage Ye Mo, “I’m also from Metal River. Brother Metal Mountain has been kind and has high hopes for me, even wanting me to replace Huang. Huang, however, also desires Miaodan. Since she chose me, he wants me dead. But even if Huang killed me, Brother Metal Mountain wouldn't blame him. Gang life is dangerous; you have to accept the risks.”

He continued, his gaze drifting to the helicopter descending nearby, “Thinking back, I suspect Brother Metal Mountain said that in front of everyone while drunk to test me, to see if I could survive Huang’s plot. If I died, it would mean I wasn’t ready for that position, and I wouldn’t blame him; I chose this path.”

Ye Mo sighed, unable to comprehend Wu Xueming’s willingness to be a pawn. He himself wouldn’t tolerate manipulation by Metal Mountain, even for Huang’s position. In Ye Mo’s opinion, Wu Xueming was ill-suited for gang life.

“Brother Ye,” Wu Xueming pleaded, “I’ll hold them off, prevent the helicopter’s departure, while you take Miaodan. I won't let Huang get his hands on her!”

Yu Miaodan, grabbing Wu Xueming’s hand, retorted, “No, Xueming! I won’t leave you, even in death.”

Ye Mo shook his head. “Brother Wu, it might be impossible anyway. Look…”

The moonlight illuminated five figures descending from the helicopter. One carried an assault rifle; the other four, submachine guns. All wore bulletproof helmets. Wu Xueming’s eyes dimmed; escape seemed impossible.

Ye Mo, however, wasn't concerned about the guns. Five men were no threat. His attention was on the helicopter. He envisioned escaping in it.

He turned to Wu Xueming, whose face was rapidly changing. “Brother Wu, don’t worry. Perhaps they came to give us the helicopter.”

Though puzzled by Ye Mo’s jest, Wu Xueming nodded. His pistol held only four bullets; saving two for suicide left him with only two against five men—unlikely to be effective.

The five men swiftly surrounded the car.

Ye Mo calmly exited the car, his spirit sense focused on the men. Any attempt to fire would result in immediate death. He hadn't killed them yet because he needed the pilot alive.

Wu Xueming, sighing, followed, pulling Yu Miaodan with him.

“Brother White Shark, there’s an extra person,” one of the men said, clearly surprised.

“Take Wu and Yu; deal with the extra person,” White Shark, their leader, commanded.

Ye Mo interrupted, “Hold on. Which of you pilots the helicopter?”

White Shark, halting a man about to fire, replied, “I do. Why?”

“I want to save someone’s life,” Ye Mo said, and with a flick of his wrist, four precisely aimed projectiles pierced the throats of the four gunmen. They posed no threat.

Gasps and groans followed as the men clutched their throats, unable to even raise their hands. They collapsed, dead.

White Shark stared, stunned, before Ye Mo snatched his AK-47.

“You…” Wu Xueming finally reacted, recognizing Ye Mo’s terrifying power. He realized Ye Mo was a Master, a legendary figure. “Who are you? How dare you interfere with Metal River’s business?” He then realized the enormity of Ye Mo's actions: killing Metal River men.

Yu Miaodan was equally shocked.

Ye Mo turned to the still-dazed Wu Xueming. “Brother Wu, get in the helicopter. I’ll handle this.”

Wu Xueming, understanding, ushered Yu Miaodan toward the helicopter, his heart pounding.

Ye Mo addressed White Shark. “Throw those bodies in the car and set it on fire. I’ll count to ten. If it’s not done, you join them.”

White Shark, comprehending the danger, swiftly tossed the bodies in, doused them with gasoline, and ignited the car.

“Pick up the guns and get on the chopper,” Ye Mo ordered.

White Shark's relief was palpable, but Ye Mo’s next words chilled him. “Do you think you could pull the trigger before I kill you a hundred times?” White Shark retrieved the weapons, his earlier thoughts banished.

As they reached the helicopter, the car exploded. The distance from town muffled the sound.

Inside, Wu Xueming and Yu Miaodan stared at Ye Mo with newfound respect. To Ye Mo’s surprise, Wu Xueming was in the pilot's seat. “Brother Wu, you can fly a helicopter?”

Wu Xueming nodded. “I’m more comfortable flying it myself. I was a helicopter pilot in the army.”

“Then you’re useless,” Ye Mo declared, turning to White Shark. White Shark, sensing his impending demise, quickly pleaded, “Don’t kill me! I can still help.”

“We’ll see. Get in,” Ye Mo said, before instructing Wu Xueming, “Start the helicopter.”

“Where to?” Wu Xueming asked as they ascended.

Ye Mo pondered. “If Huang dies, does that mean you’re safe?”

“Yes. Only Huang wants me dead, not…” Wu Xueming paused, his eyes widening. “Brother Ye, you don’t mean…”

Ye Mo smiled. “Fate brought us together. I’ll help you kill Huang. And I need your help with something else.” He planned to aid Wu Xueming, both out of genuine compassion and to benefit from Wu Xueming’s future control of Metal River.

“Master, I can help kill Huang!” White Shark interjected.

Ye Mo’s cold gaze confirmed that White Shark’s usefulness had already been planned.