Mo Huasong glanced down at the mountains below and nodded slightly, "Alright, find a safe place to land. In about an hour, I'll contact you."
"An hour?" asked the pilot, slightly taken aback.
The ground below was full of rugged mountains and uneven terrains. Finding a safe and discrete landing spot would take some time.
It seemed impossible to the pilot that the young master could be ready to leave in just an hour.
He estimated it would take him about half an hour just to find a place to land the aircraft.
Mo Huasong didn't say anything more. He opened the cabin door and jumped out.
As he made the jump, Mo Huasong also forcefully pushed the door shut.
With a bang, the cabin door closed.
"Ah, Young Master, you're jumping out by yourself?" The pilot was panic-stricken.
They were at least a thousand meters above the ground, and the young master wasn't even wearing a parachute. 'He's going to die,' the pilot thought.
