"No problem? Two fighter jet formations are fighting, and you're telling me there's no problem?" Wang Ling stood up agitatedly, "Bro, this is no joke, it's not playing house. If we get shot down, people will die!"
"Don't panic," Zhang Menglong said with utter calmness because he knew that as long as Ye Yin was there, even if they were to go through a hail of bullets, it wouldn't be a problem.
"How can I not panic? If this plane gets blown up, we are all going to die!" Wang Ling was becoming hysterical, "Let's change our flight path."
"If we change our flight path, submit a new flight path application, plus detouring, I'm afraid it's going to take several more hours. I've already booked a candlelight dinner at the Saint Aer Hotel by the Eiffel Tower, and that's not easy to book. If we're over half an hour late, it gets canceled straight away!"
