"Ten years have passed, I wonder what happened to those annoying guys!"

Sitting on the plane flying to Huaxia, Ye Chengfeng looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but a faint smirk unconsciously curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Remember, when Ye Chengfeng left Huaxia, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy.

And now, ten years later, the boy from back then has grown up. He has transformed into a man of steel and fortitude.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?"

A beautiful air hostess, with a slight smile, asked.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

Ye Chengfeng also smiled in response.

"Who is this man?"

The flight attendant shifted her gaze to the person next to Ye Chengfeng.

This is a, with silver-gray chain short son.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders like wine-red silk, and her bright eyes and pearly teeth hinted at a beauty that could captivate all who beheld her.

The exquisite five, with that towering chest, the slender waist, and the delicate and elongated limbs, are simply bestowed by heaven. At a single glance, one can be captivated and forever unforgettable.

"Okay, kid."

Even the stewardess, with her stunning looks, felt a little ashamed.

Right now, looking down below, the air stewardess saw the black on that thing again, and the pair of white long boots completely covering her feet. She couldn't help but feel a desire to be intimate with that thing.

If people see this, what more so men?

"Blue Mountain coffee, no sugar."

He stared intently at the magazine in his hand.

The sound was like heavenly music, yet it was incredibly cold, making one feel as if they had been struck by a sudden chill, shivering uncontrollably.

"Coffee without sugar is very bitter."

Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but remind her.

Since he boarded the plane, he noticed this exceptional passenger sitting next to him.

But half the journey had passed, and he still hadn't heard her speak a word, nor had he had a chance to talk to her.

However, even with the opportunity now presented, Ye Chengfeng still has not made any progress.

He was so cold, after taking his coffee, he didn't even acknowledge him. He just kept looking at the magazine to himself, sipping the bitter coffee with a perfectly unbothered expression.

"Well, so it's an iceberg that drinks bitter coffee."

Ye Chengfeng shrugged, but he didn't insist.

Although that top-notch person, he was as cold as ice. He wasn't willing to get a hot face for that cold ass.

"Well, with that shabby look, you think you can pick someone up?"

A man in a brown suit standing in front of Ye Chengfeng, mumbled something very softly, but Ye Chengfeng heard it without missing a word.

As the wind howled, Ye Chengfeng was about to unleash his power when a loud voice suddenly rang out from behind him: “None of you shall be allowed to hijack this plane!”

Only seeing, twelve men in masks holding miniature pistols, rushed from the tail of the plane with murderous intent.

One of them was still clutching a police officer who had been beaten unconscious.

Right after that, the wounded air marshal was thrown to the ground. The twelve masked men acted very orderly: four stayed behind to guard the cockpit, while the remaining eight rushed towards the pilot's cabin, clearly intending to take control of the pilot and his crew.

This sudden change startled many, turning their faces pale.

Even the ice queen who stood on the windswept edge was a little shaky, spilling her coffee.

And just now, the man in the brown suit who said Ye Chengfeng was down on his luck, was even worse off. He was actually shaking with fear.

But Ye Chengfeng, at this moment, still had a light and breezy demeanor, as if everything happening around him was irrelevant to him.

After a short while, four masked men emerged from the cockpit of the plane.

One of the taller men, wearing a mask and holding a miniature pistol, scanned everyone in the cabin. In heavily accented Mandarin, he said: “We are from the Truth Church, and today we only want to negotiate with the Chinese side. We demand the release of our important high-ranking officials. We don’t want money, and we don’t want to harm anyone.”

After he finished speaking, he pointed his gun at the top of the cockpit and fired three shots.

Bang!

Bang bang!

The deafening gunshot sent a wave of screams through the plane's passengers.

The tall man in the front, after nodding with satisfaction, continued: "I hope everyone will cooperate and not resist. Don't even think about doing anything behind our backs! Otherwise, we can't guarantee that before negotiations with the Chinese side, a few of you won't be eliminated!"

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

The man in the worn brown suit, previously described as being poor and downtrodden, hurriedly raised his hands and stammered, "I... I'm a business owner! I... I can give you a lot of money, please... let me go!"

"Is money everything?"

The man in the front, tall and masked, heard this and walked straight over to pull the man in the brown suit out.

The butt of the gun slammed into the brown-suited man, who immediately crumpled to the ground, his face contorted in terror. He was so scared that he wet himself, and the stench of urine spread through the cabin, causing Ye Chengxin to stifle a laugh.

However, the actions of that tall man in the mask at the front of the plane made the passengers realize in terror that what had just been said was not a lie at all.

As is well known, the Aum Shinrikyo is a world terrorist organization originating in Japan. It is adept at using poisonous gas to create terror.

And recently, the Chinese news agency did release a statement saying they had arrested a high-ranking member of QAnon.

Thus, these terrorists from the Truth Teachings are truly planning to use passengers on board the plane as bargaining chips in negotiations with Chinese officials.

There is one more thing, I hope everyone knows.

The tall masked man at the front, seeing the passengers in panic, laughed triumphantly and said: "To ensure a smooth negotiation, this flight to China needs to change its route. Don't panic, everyone. After the negotiation is complete, we will release you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chengfeng felt the plane tilt and turn direction in mid-air. It was obviously the four terrorist members of the Truth Sect in the cockpit who forced the pilot to change course.

After a slight pause, a short and stout man emerged from the cockpit. He impatiently scanned the flight attendants huddled together on the floor, then glanced at the ice queen beside Ye Chengfeng, almost unconsciously swallowing hard.

He then spoke to the tallest man in charge in Japanese.

Ye Chengfeng was fluent in over ten foreign languages, so Japanese naturally wasn't a problem for him.

He knew that the short, stout man had his eye on his ice mountain and demanded to take it to the bathroom right now for a forceful possession.

The tallest man among them indicated that the negotiations had not yet begun and it was inappropriate to harm passengers on board.

But that short and fat man said, after months of no one, he suddenly met such a hot and stunning woman today, he couldn't help himself. If anything goes wrong later, he will take full responsibility.

Then, in the end, the tallest man at the head of the group could only nod his agreement.

"Come with your brother."

The short, stout man gestured with his miniature pistol pointed at the woman beside Ye Chengfeng, motioning for her to get up from her seat.

"You...you said you wouldn't harm the passengers."

The iceberg seemed to understand a few words of the Japanese language. His face was pale at the moment, and his originally charming eyes were full of terror.

Whether she was seeking a support or had seen Ye Chengfeng's extraordinary qualities, she unconsciously grabbed onto Ye Chengfeng's arm, her fearful eyes pleading for help.

"Brother just wants to take you to taste that **bone-chilling flavor**, how could it be harmful? You might even become obsessed with it, hehe."

The short, stout man was practically drooling, and the ice sculpture tightened its grip on Ye Chengfeng's arm in fright.

Even the iceberg's fingernails seemed as if they were about to pierce Ye Chengfeng, clearly frightened.

"Get out!"

Ye Chengfeng raised his foot and kicked, sending the short and stout man who had started the trouble with La Bing Shan flying like a pumpkin.

“You…are looking for death!”

The short and stout man, furious, raised his gun to kill Ye Chengfeng.

At the same time, other masked men in the cabin also rushed forward with guns, their black gun muzzles directly encircling Ye Chengfeng.

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