When Ian saw the man coming out of the helicopter, he subconsciously protected Feng Ling with one hand and shielded her behind him.
At this moment, about ten members of XI Base wearing black uniforms suddenly walked out of the helicopter. They stood neatly in two rows by Li Nanheng's side, and because the roses on the ground were too much of a hindrance, they were crushed and kicked aside, destroying a lot of the roses on the ground.
Ian saw that these people had a gun at their waists, and the man who appeared first was looking at his face.
"Who are you?" Ian was clearly unhappy. "Is the rooftop of the London International Bank Building a place for you to park your plane?"
Li Nanheng sneered and his cold brows were frozen. He did not answer him but turned his eyes to Feng Ling who was blocked by the man. "Do you need me to explain to him, Miss Feng?"
