A violent jolt nearly threw Cai Andao out of his seat. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt, though it tightened around him so much that he could barely breathe.
He adjusted his posture and looked out the porthole. He could already see the entrance to Bai Lan River. They should reach the base soon.
After getting Zhou Yucheng on board, Devils had finally agreed to his request and sent three Demon Fetuses to help him capture that wild "Xiao Ghost."
However, Cai Andao had paid a tremendous price.
Handing over the results of the Fusion Giant Beast to the organization was hard for Cai Andao to accept, but if he refused, his base would be gone.
All his efforts over the years would go to waste.
By handing over the results now, he could at least preserve the base.
As long as the base remained, he would have a chance to rise again.
At that moment, a hoarse, unpleasant voice came through his earpiece. "Mr. Cai is a man of great importance. You could have stayed in Giant Deer City. Why suffer alongside us roughnecks?"
Cai Andao raised his head, his gaze falling on the figure not far ahead—the other passenger aboard the transport helicopter.
It was a thin, dark-skinned old man. The flesh on his face was shriveled, without even half a catty of flesh on it. He looked like a walking corpse.
His face was covered in wrinkles. He had a bulbous nose, triangular eyes, and a mouthful of blackish-yellow teeth when he smiled.
He was even missing a front tooth. His appearance was truly hard to look at.
The old man wore a tattered black cloak and a hat, with several strands of curled silver hair hanging over his forehead.
The old man spoke words of