The Boeing A350 was cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet with a speed of 560 miles per hour, slicing through the clouds as it made its way back to the Philippines. Inside the aircraft, Richard sat by the window, gazing at the endless expanse of blue sky, lost in thought about the question that he had posed to the president of the United States.
The question about the new world order when this nightmarish chaos ended with the death of Lin Feng. Would the world return to the way it is? Rebuilding and then continuing the system that has long been established? Or would it shift towards something new, perhaps even something Richard himself had envisioned? These thoughts lingered in his mind as he gazed out of the window.
Sara, busy with her laptop, glanced at Richard and noticed his distant expression. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his. "You're worried about what comes after, aren't you?"
