Chapter 13: Betrayal

As Ye Tianyi saw the evil and indifferent smile spread across that face, she froze for two seconds, then suddenly turned her head to look at Uncle Zhang and shouted, “Uncle Zhang, him! It’s him! He’s the one who gave away my whereabouts to the pirates!”

Uncle Zhang glanced at the man, a bitter smile tugging at his lips, and said slowly, “Miss, please sit down and fasten your seatbelt. We’re about to take off.”

Ye Tianyi looked at Wang Ye, then at Uncle Zhang, as if she had suddenly understood something. Her beautiful eyes were wide with shock. “Uncle Zhang, you...!”

“Miss, you’d best sit down. The plane is about to take off. Don’t risk injuring yourself.” Uncle Zhang avoided her gaze, his voice cold and distant.

Ye Tianyi turned to leap off the plane. Though she was deeply shaken by Uncle Zhang’s betrayal, she quickly regained her composure—after all, she came from a powerful family and did not let her shock paralyze her.

“Miss!” Uncle Zhang suddenly spoke more forcefully, gripping her shoulder with his weathered but strong hand.

“Why?!” Ye Tianyi’s voice turned icy. She was strong, but inside she could not accept that Uncle Zhang, who had raised her since she was a child, would betray her family. In her heart, he was one of her closest people.

Alas.

Uncle Zhang let out a deep sigh and said nothing more, still holding Ye Tianyi down, preventing her from leaving the plane.

“Hahaha! Because his son owed me a massive debt—a debt he could never repay in a lifetime! That boy has done his share of dirty deeds, and now his son is in my hands.” Wang Ye laughed aloud, making a fist with his hand, then pulled out a rope and bound Ye Tianyi’s hands behind her back. He turned coldly to Uncle Zhang. “Isn’t that right, Old Zhang?”

Uncle Zhang turned away, still silent.

He’d had his son late in life and once thought the boy was a blessing from the heavens. But as the child grew, he became a troublemaker, and many times Uncle Zhang felt the urge to slap him to death for his misdeeds. Yet, having a son so late and his wife’s pleading led him to constantly forgive and cover up for the boy, sacrificing his conscience time and again.

He’d hoped his son would one day turn back and walk the right path, but their indulgence only made him worse, until the boy finally committed unforgivable crimes.

Not only did he have several lives on his hands, but he’d also ruined the lives of several promising young women—serious crimes on the highly secure First Star of the Longteng Republic. Later, he fell into a trap at Wang Ye’s casino, racking up enormous high-interest debts.

Now Wang Ye had not only captured his son but also held all the evidence against him.

Uncle Zhang was helpless. Caught between his only son and his conscience, he chose the former.

It was his misfortune, his tragedy.

Ye Tianyi stared numbly at Uncle Zhang’s profile, tears brimming in her eyes. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself cry.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if finally accepting the truth.

She knew Uncle Zhang was a D-rank superhuman; for an ordinary person like her to escape from him was pure fantasy.

Knowing there was not a sliver of hope, she didn’t waste her energy. Compared to Wang Ye’s actions, Uncle Zhang’s betrayal left her even more disheartened.

Still, deep inside, a faint hope lingered—that Han Feng would descend from the sky and rescue her from this world full of lies.

At that very moment—

A dazzling silver sword light fell from the heavens, splitting the sky and earth!

The nose of the helicopter was cleaved open in a single stroke!

The armor and panels of the aircraft offered no resistance at all!

The pilot was sliced in two in an instant!

Just as the helicopter was about to take off, it lurched and crashed back to the ground. A figure appeared at the front of the cabin.

That figure was, of course, Han Feng.

Han Feng raised his left hand, pointing at Ye Tianyi. His gaze was fixed on Uncle Zhang and Wang Ye inside the cabin as he said coldly, “I’m taking her with me.”

Uncle Zhang stood up unhurriedly, dusting off his clothes. “Young man, you’re quite something, but this isn’t your concern. I advise you not to get yourself burned.”

Wang Ye snorted. “Enough talk. Go down and kill him. The helicopter’s ruined anyway—get rid of him and call our contact to pick us up.”

Truth be told, Uncle Zhang didn’t want to fight, but now that he had no choice—having erred once, he could only continue.

With a resigned sigh, Uncle Zhang leapt from the helicopter. His once-hunched back straightened, and his sharp eyes flashed with vigor.

“Be careful! He’s a D-rank plant superhuman!” Ye Tianyi suddenly cried out, but just as the words left her lips, Wang Ye stuffed her mouth with a filthy glove.

No sooner had Ye Tianyi spoken than Uncle Zhang’s cane struck the ground forcefully. At once, several thick vines burst from the earth at Han Feng’s feet.

The vines twisted and writhed like giant pythons, snaking toward Han Feng to ensnare him!

But Han Feng moved with the swiftness of the wind—nimble and lightning-fast. In a blink, he was already more than ten meters away.

He knew well that when facing a control-type superhuman like this, the best tactic was to close in quickly, subdue or eliminate the opponent, and thus break their assault.

Yet he still chose to retreat, because his previous spot was too close to the helicopter—inside, Ye Tianyi and Wang Ye remained. Wang Ye’s fate meant nothing to him, but Ye Tianyi, as an ordinary person, might not survive the aftermath of his battle with Uncle Zhang.

The vines, relentless, struck again and again, shooting toward Han Feng.

Han Feng’s figure moved with unmatched speed. Flying Shadow had always been a speed-type hero, and with the power boost from the Flying Shadow card and the passive skill “Thief of the Extreme Shadow” increasing his movement and sword speed by 20%, his speed reached a new pinnacle.

An average D-rank superhuman couldn’t keep up with him—certainly not Uncle Zhang, a plant-type superhuman.

Uncle Zhang stood atop a thick vine, which lifted him off the ground two or three meters and glided swiftly through the air.

One vine after another surged forth, appearing wherever Han Feng landed.

Han Feng, dodging and weaving, looked like a tiny boat tossed on a stormy sea, riding the waves with the wind.

He seemed to be swept along by the storm, yet in truth he was in full control.

He was adapting to his newly acquired power.

When one’s abilities are suddenly and greatly enhanced, there’s a momentary disconnect between body and mind—just like now, when Han Feng meant to move three meters to the left but overshot and leaped six meters instead.

But his ability to adjust was strong. Within seconds, he’d mastered the control of his body, and the problem vanished.

Once he felt complete command over his movements, Han Feng suddenly stopped moving.

Uncle Zhang found it odd but didn’t waste the opportunity. He directed the vines to bind Han Feng’s hands and feet, surprised himself by how smoothly it went.

Feeling the vines shackling his limbs, Han Feng let a cold smile play at his lips.

Boom!

Pitch-black flames erupted from Han Feng’s body, the dark fire instantly reducing the vine shackles to ashes!

“You’re a superhuman too?!”