The voice on the other end of the phone hadn't finished speaking when Qin Jinhai had already rushed out of the courtyard, hurrying to the airfield at Imperial Garden designated for helicopters.
"Director Qin, the helicopter is still undergoing maintenance."
"I'm going up myself."
Qin Jinhai jumped into the cockpit.
Just over ten seconds later, the helicopter took to the sky, and the crew could only apply for a new flight path as quickly as possible to prevent it from being forcibly landed during its flight. They knew Director Qin was in no state to calmly negotiate with anyone at that moment. Nobody could be certain what might happen.
Qin Jinhai's mind was in a state of extreme clarity yet utter chaos. He was acutely aware of what he was doing, but at the same time, it felt as if he were locked in a small room, calmly watching himself descend into madness.
Qin Jinhai pushed the helicopter to its critical speed.
