Tang Xiuwu looked at the cliff over a hundred meters deep behind him and his eyes showed a hint of determination, as if he had made up his mind. He turned his head toward Chu Yang, "Heh, Chu Yang, you are the first person to push me into such a desperate situation."
"I, Tang Xiuwu, swear, if I survive this great peril, I will take your life in the future."
Having said that, Tang Xiuwu turned around and jumped off the cliff more than a hundred meters deep.
Chu Yang stepped to the edge of the cliff and saw Tang Xiuwu's body falling straight down. He snorted coldly in his heart, "This cliff is incredibly steep. Tang Xiuwu's chances of surviving this fall are next to zero."
"Humph! This time I didn't get to remove Tang Xiuwu by my own hands; that's a bargain for him."
Chu Yang searched inside the helicopter and found a shovel. He then looked around the environment.
He chose a spot with good terrain and favorable Feng Shui and buried Liu Xun properly.
