The helicopter soon landed in the plaza of the Four Little Immortals Daoist Temple. Zhao Xi and Zhang Yuzhong were both there, but almost none of the people from the other Houses had come. When we got off the helicopter, the Liao brothers and the two Corpse Kings were there as well.
Zhao Yu stared at the helicopter, utterly dumbstruck. When he ran over, his face was filled with longing. "My emperor, might you lend me this thing for two days? I'm sick to death of riding this fine horse. Zhao Yu has never flown through the sky before. It truly makes me feel that life is far from satisfactory."
I waved my hand and immediately refused him. "This helicopter belongs to the Arcane Police. You'd better not get any ideas. Someone will be coming to take it back soon."
Zhao Yu pulled a long face. He stroked the aircraft for quite some time, unable to bear leaving it. Seeing him like that, I figured he might start raising money to buy a helicopter in the future, but I had no time to deal with him now.
"King of Southern Yue, these few pages of banana leaves can move this iron lump, and its power is truly astonishing. This kind of power must be what carries it into the clouds. It's just like my spear—if I swung it fast enough, perhaps I could fly too!" Tong Sanjin had thoroughly become Zhao Yu's underling. Standing behind him, he began commenting like an experienced critic, as though he knew a great deal about modern machinery.
Long Eleven wasn't there. The Liao brothers said they had gone into the city to discuss business. Once I had eased up, I began discussing countermeasures with Li Qinghe and the others. After talking for quite a