The roar of a helicopter’s propeller echoed through the air. Xia Shanhe collapsed to the ground, staring at the receding black silhouette, and finally realized that he could not escape his destiny of death after all.
As the roar of the helicopter faded into the distance, Xia Shanhe curled up on the deck, his entire body trembling violently. Waves of excruciating pain crashed over him; every breath felt like it was tearing his shattered soul apart. Suddenly, however, his clouded eyes snapped wide. *I cannot die! I absolutely cannot let Chu Xuan ruin the great undertaking at the Prince Consort's Estate!*
He summoned every ounce of his remaining strength to grope through his blood-stained pockets. Finally, he touched the satellite phone, which had been crushed out of shape. The moment the screen lit up, Xia Shanhe felt as though he had grabbed onto a final straw. He dialed the number with trembling fingers, and by the time he pressed the call button, he was already swaying precariously in the sea breeze.
Chapter 122