Fang Lilin's face turned pale.
He had only taught her how to take off, not how to control the direction or how to land.
"Xia Weibao, Xia Weibao."
He shouted twice in pursuit, but the sound of the plane taking off was so loud that it was impossible to hear.
And the type of aircraft she was flying was a helicopter-style fighter, which doesn't need to rush forward to take off—it shoots straight up.
Fang Lilin attempted to leverage a jump to grab hold, but he missed the perfect moment.
And who knows what Xia Weibao pressed, the ascent was incredibly fast, and she was charging forward—a large mountain loomed ahead!
At this speed, in less than a minute, there would be a collision and explosion!
Everyone was in chaos.
"Where's the walkie-talkie, hurry up and bring the walkie-talkie over!"
Fang Lilin's eyes reddened in urgency; there was a walkie-talkie on the plane, and now it was the only way to tell her how to land.
