The next morning, Second Camp Airport.
Two helicopters were already prepared, and about a hundred meters from the helicopters, a group of people was gathered for a farewell.
Yu Wenxuan was pulling Ling Mo, but his eyes were tightly locked on Li Yalin: "Remember to contact me..."
"Sure...I'll look for you when I'm short on supplies." Ling Mo said, struggling to pull his hand away, "Damn!!! You're not the Tuan Shan Family's second kid! Why are you clutching onto me like this!"
"Ahahaha... Okay, I'll arrange helicopters for transport anytime." Yu Wenxuan selectively ignored the latter part of Ling Mo's sentence and laughed as he spoke.
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a kick at his heel, turning around to find Zhang Yu.
