If the frantic Japanese and the angry and fear-stricken Americans knew that a certain grand demon responsible for creating mysterious events had no clue about what he had caused, they'd undoubtedly spit blood in frustration.
Yan Fei ran into the helicopter and sat down, after looking for a while, felt it was necessary to find a teacher. He disappeared and came back with a pilot in hand, asking him in English, "How do you start this thing? Tell me!"
The pilot was still a bit stunned.
He was part of the unlucky group that had arrived on an island at midnight, and before they could react, they were chased by a pack of nocturnal Rapators like rabbits. A bunch of people, some barely clothed, faced a well-coordinated pack of Rapators. Though they seemed to have the physical advantage, it was of no use, and they scattered in a frantic chase.
