Amid the thunderous roar of the helicopter's rotors, the other three people in the cabin could only be described as utterly stunned. They stared at Song Xiao in the pilot's seat, watching him calmly and steadily operate a series of controls they could not understand at all.
What?!
"You can fly a helicopter?!"
Three voices rang out at the same time, carrying the exact same shock. Even their tone and volume were nearly identical. None of them had expected that, at the very last moment, the one who resolved the situation would be Song Xiao, a thirteen-year-old boy.
Was it normal for a boy who had only just turned thirteen to know how to fly a helicopter?
Absolutely not!
It was even more bizarre than Chu Han's experiences!
Song Xiao shot them a slightly disdainful glance. As he skillfully set their course, he spoke unhurriedly, "I practiced on simulators countless times before. This just happens to be the model I know best."
He did not elaborate. Aside from Chu Han, no one currently knew Song Xiao's true identity. And in the Apocalypse Era, Song Xiao felt there was no need to mention the past again and stir up unnecessary trouble.
Gulp! Gulp!
The sound of swallowing filled the cabin, and the entire space immediately fell into deathly silence. The three of them each began thinking furiously, unable to stop themselves.
Fan Jian's thoughts were the simplest. Everyone around Chu Han was abnormal anyway—if they were not geniuses, then they were freakish prodigies. No matter how capable Song Xiao was, Fan Jian was not all that surprised. He had gotten used to it.
Lu Bingze, on the other hand, thought more deeply than Fan Jian. With his wildly imaginative mind, he came up with a whole series of possibilities and became