"Thank you, eh, flight attendant? Shouldn't I be in a hospital?" Tang Zheng, puzzled, checked his own body for injuries. Once he was sure that he wasn't hurt or bleeding, he started to survey his surroundings. The flight attendant who had been helping him had already stood up and stepped back a few paces, maintaining her dignity and politeness.
The room they were in was about a hundred square meters in size. The wooden floor radiated a coldness, and the overly white walls were almost eerie. There were no windows for ventilation, just one door, which seemed to be locked. A high school boy dressed in a school uniform was frustratedly trying to turn the bronze door handle, but to no avail.
"What? Should we prepare a special care ward for you and find some beautiful nurses to wait on you?" The man criticizing Tang Zheng was a middle-aged man with a belly, somewhat obese. He was probably around forty, his face expressionless as he sat to one side, frequently glancing at the flight attendants, comparing them.
"What the hell is this place? My son is waiting for me to pick him up from kindergarten." A man with a face full of dust couldn't help shouting. He banged his fist on the floor. He was wearing a dirty workman outfit with 'air-conditioning repair' printed on it. Clearly, he was an ordinary maintenance worker.
The rest were ten flight attendants. The scent of their perfume mixed with the sweat in the room, creating a tantalizing aroma. The high school boy occasionally took a glance and his gaze lingered on the flight attendants' tight buttocks and slender calves.
Upon realizing they wouldn't get an answer from Tang Zheng, all the flight attendants sighed in unison and stopped paying attention to him. Other than a few who were whispering, the rest had worried expressions on their faces.
"Do you belong to Southern Airlines or Air China?" The middle-aged fatty looked at the flight attendants, all wearing the same style of uniform, and struck up a conversation with interest. "What happened before you appeared here? Maybe I can figure out why."
"Disgusting, lewd, fat pig." A hot-tempered flight attendant felt uncomfortable under the gaze of the middle-aged fatty. She clung to her D cup chest, and just as she was about to curse back, a jubilant shout from a colleague interrupted her.
"It's Captain Zhao Jingye, he's here?"
Finally, Tang Zheng saw how the people appeared in the room. They materialized gradually, starting from the limbs, then outlining the human figure. This process took about five seconds.
"What the hell is this place? Oh, Mr. Kang, nice to run into you here! This is Xiao Zhao." Captain Zhao waved as a greeting to a few flight attendants who had come over to say hello. He turned to the middle-aged fatty, smiling exuberantly and reached out for a handshake while he was still a few steps away.
Mr. Kang first shot a fierce glare at the attendant who had called him a lewd, fat pig. Then he laughed and asked, "I was on my way to Mayor Huang's dinner party. I don't know how I ended up here. Oh, Xiao Zhao, are these girls from your airline company?"
"Haha, let me introduce everyone. This here is Kang from the Municipal Transportation Bureau." Having such an opportunity to flatter Mr. Kang, Zhao Jingye was really making an effort. He put on a full-faced smile and waved the attendants over. They couldn't help but greet Kang with smiles on their faces.
After some idle chatter, the topic came back to where this place was. Naturally, the high school boy, Tang Zheng, or even the repairman had no right to answer. Kang didn't count on them to know anyway. He had already said he would take care of things and he was now holding one of the attendant's hands, studying her palm.
"Hey, somebody else is coming." An arm outline appeared in the middle of the room. The high school boy called out. He sneaked a peek at the flight attendants and walked towards the newcomer, wanting to draw some attention, not knowing what else to do.
"I'm not dead, haha, I'm not dead. Old Lin, I said it was a good idea, right? Using the torrential rain as cover to escape through the collapsed prison wall, I was sure to get away." The speaker was a bald man in his thirties, with a face full of ferocity, a massive build and intimidating gaze filled with cruel violence. His wet, grey-blue prison suit was particularly eye-catching, which set everyone's nerves on edge.
The moment the bald man spoke, the entire room fell silent. The flight attendants instinctively huddled together, moving closer to Zhao Jingye. The latter was pretending to observe the ceiling, while Mr. Kang shut his eyes, as if deep in thought.
"Damn, what kind of people are these?" The high school boy also stopped, awkwardly raising his foot, unsure of what to do. He inwardly cursed, realizing that the two newcomers must be prisoners, given their uniforms, and nobody wanted to deal with such troublemakers.
The man called Old Lin didn't respond. After surveying the room, he walked to a corner, squatted down with his hands around his knees. Unlike his companion whose eyes radiated possessiveness, he seemed uninterested in anything.
"Haha, I didn't expect to run into such a bunch of beauties as soon as I got out. After twelve years, I can't help myself. My buddies here have been shouting for a good time too." The bald man laughed, satisfied when he saw the flight attendants retreat out of fear. After taking a deep breath, he spread his arms wide, "I love the air of freedom."