Wu Xia's face was ashen as he prepared for the worst.
All the strength in his body was mobilized, and his eyes were fixed intently on the missile.
Swish!
The missile was programmed to turn, and as it approached Wu Xia, it suddenly veered upward, then made a ninety-degree turn, and flew off in another direction.
"Damn it!"
Wu Xia cursed, never having expected the missile to be able to turn, as it now headed for a mountain peak behind the house.
But curse as he might, Wu Xia quickly gave chase, instantly appearing beside the missile, ready to reach out, grab it, and throw it at the helicopter.
"Wu Xia, have you gone mad? That's for attacking the enemy!"
Suddenly, an angry shout came from behind, from the helicopter where Xiao Nihuang was holding on to the frame, dressed in military garb, and looking at Wu Xia in surprise as he pursued the missile.
