At the same time, half of the men he brought were dead or injured, and the ones Jun Mochan had ambushed couldn't escape disaster either.
Lu Ning looked at the unconscious Ye Ranran with a complex expression.
"President, is doing this really okay?" Considering how much Jun Mochan treasures Ye Ranran, isn't he afraid of causing trouble by taking her away?
Fu Rong didn't have time to answer before the roar of aircraft engines came from afar.
Two fighter jets flanked Fu Rong's helicopter from left and right.
Sensing something was wrong, Fu Rong, carrying Ye Ranran, slipped off the helicopter. Just as they reached the ground, a bullet grazed past his hair.
Realizing the danger, Fu Rong put Ye Ranran down and fled by himself.
One walked over, picked up Ye Ranran, and glanced in the direction of Fu Rong's escape with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
