At this moment.
Ren Feifan is watching the slowly descending plane, guessing that there isn't much time left.
At most, two minutes.
In fact, he could choose to protect himself first. The moment the plane descends, as long as he covers his body with True Qi, he can avoid the worst injuries. But he cannot protect everyone.
These people have nothing to do with him, his heart is cold.
But it does not mean he is not kind-hearted.
He wants to try to pull up the plane and save these people.
There is a fundamental difference between this kind of passenger plane and a fighter jet, and it is much more difficult to control.
Fighter jets are flexible, while passenger planes are heavy, he has to pilot and also take care of the people in the back.
"No more thinking."
Ren Feifan's fingers are quickly operating on the keys, he could understand some functions based on his experience with fighter jets.
"Click! Click! Click!"
