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Near one's home, one is timid. This phrase perfectly describes Ye Qian's current state of mind. 。Sitting on the plane flying to Huaxia, looking out the window at the towering skyscrapers below, Ye Qian's heart was pounding. 。When Ye Qian left Huaxia, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy; now, eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. 。A once naive youth, now transformed into a resolute young man. A shallow scar on his chiseled face adds to the already handsome features, making him appear even more spirited. 。"Sir, would you like a drink?" A beautiful flight attendant walked to the side of Ye Qian and said to a middle-aged man in a suit sitting next to him. 。In the first-class cabin of this airplane, almost all are some so-called successful people from the upper class. 。This well-dressed middle-aged man, upon seeing Ye Qian's down-to-earth attire, couldn't help but show a look of disdain on his face. 。Indeed, Ye Qian's attire was too simple and casual. He wore a grayish short-sleeved T-shirt that had been washed almost white, paired with camouflage pants and dusty combat boots on his feet. 。A middle-aged man glanced at Ye Qian with disdain. He nodded slightly to the flight attendant, and in a tone he thought was polite, said, "No need, thank you!" Then he glanced at Ye Qian again, muttering, "How can someone like him even afford first class?" 。Ye Qian naturally heard it, but he ignored him. 。Ye Qian had seen too many people like this, who thought they were the best in the world. He had killed many of them... 。The flight attendant still politely smiled and asked Ye Qian again, after all, the customer is God. Even if Ye Qian was a beggar, as long as he boarded this plane, he should be treated with courtesy and equality. Moreover, this young man who wasn't dressed very luxuriously looked handsome, and there was something charming about him... 。Ye Qian glanced at the air stewardess, shook his head, and said, "No need!" Then, his eyes turned back to the window. 。With a bang, the cabin suddenly erupted in gunfire. Four middle-aged men stood up, AK47s in their hands, pointing at the passengers in the cabin. 。The sudden turn of events instantly threw the passengers in the cabin into chaos, each one looking in terrified awe at the four fully armed bandits before them. 。"Alright everyone, bring out all your valuables. We only want money, we don't want to kill anyone. We hope you cooperate." 。One of the bandits said 。Ye Qian slowly turned his head, glanced at it, and then turned away. 。and the middle-aged man in a suit next to him was already shaking with fright. 。The thief who just spoke nodded to one of the shorter bandits, signaling for him to go to the cockpit. 。It is clearly him leading the four. 。He is not a fool either. As long as the plane lands at an airport in China, death awaits them. 。In China, hijacking is a terrifying act, the crime they committed is enough for them to die hundreds of times over. 。After the shorter bandit went to the driver's seat, the leader told his other two accomplices: "Go get the money." 。Faced with such a situation, the so-called competent people in the cockpit would be at a loss. When the bandits pointed their guns at their heads, they obediently handed over all their valuables. 。One of the bandits walked up to Ye Qian and shouted, "Hurry up and hand over the money!" Ye Qian turned his head and said with an innocent look, "Bandit brother, do I look like a rich man? If you want money, find him. He's wearing brand names all over, he must be rich" 。Ye Qian, while speaking, pointed to the middle-aged man beside him. He wasn't a man who waited ten years for revenge like a gentleman. Now that he had the opportunity, of course he would retaliate fiercely. 。That middle-aged man glared harshly at Ye Qian, but facing the bandit's fierce gaze, he didn't dare utter a word. He hurriedly handed over all the money in his hand, and even the watch on his wrist and the necklace on his neck, he didn't dare to keep. 。"Bandit leader, how many more gold teeth are there in here?" 。"Ye Qian pointed at the middle-aged man and said:" 。The bandit's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, who wished he could peel Ye Qian alive. He secretly swore that if he ever saw Ye Qian in SH city again, he would definitely give him a good lesson. 。"Get it out now, dammit, or I'll shoot you!" 。The bandits pointed their guns at the middle-aged man's head and snarled. 。"This... how do I even hold this?" The middle-aged man said with a look of innocence. 。"You wouldn't? Then I'll help you!" the thug said, and with that, he smashed the butt of his gun into the middle-aged man's temple. Instantly, the middle-aged man was covered in blood, his gold tooth embedded in his gums fell out along with several teeth. 。The middle-aged man suddenly let out a howl of grief, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. 。"Damn it, shut your mouth, or I'll shoot you!" the bandit snarled. 。The wicked are free to do as they please, the middle-aged dare not speak out anymore. They endure their pain and shut up. 。"You, take out everything you have, quickly!" The bandit pointed his gun at Ye Qian again and roared. 。The middle-aged man secretly cursed in his heart, hoping that the bandit could shoot Ye Qian dead with one shot. 。Ye Qian said innocently, "Big brother bandit, I really don't have any money. 。"Damn, trying to pull one over on me? Can afford first class but claims to be broke? Get it out now or I'll kill you." 。“The ruffians shoved the gun toward Shen Lang, snarling,” 。Ye Qian helplessly shrugged, leaned back, and spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe me, search for yourself." 。The bandit was taken aback, glared at Ye Qian with one eye, and said, "Boy, you better not play tricks. My gun doesn't have eyes." 。After saying that, he truly bent down and untied the rope from Ye Qian's body. 。Ye Qian's eyes swept around. The short bandit in the driver's seat hadn't returned yet, and the leader was still standing at the door, vigilantly watching the passengers in the cabin. The other bandit was searching for valuables somewhere else. 。"What is this?" The bandit's hand suddenly reached towards Ye Qian's feet, asking alertly. 。"This thing cannot be given to you!" Ye Qian said. 。"Hurry, get it out!" the thug barked, putting his gun to Ye Qian's mouth. 。Ye Qian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his hand emerged from the hiding place in his combat boots. 。Only a red flash was seen, the bandits were stunned and speechless, their faces full of disbelief. 。That red was emitted from Ye Qian's dagger. The dagger, named Lang, was crimson, like blood flowing slowly. 。Since he had already made his move, Ye Qian naturally hesitated no longer. The dagger in his hand flew like a launched arrow, piercing the heart of the leader of the bandits at the doorway. 。The entire blade of the dagger was completely sheared off, leaving only the hilt exposed. This showed just how powerful Ye Qian's throw had been. 。 |
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