Chen Feng glanced casually out the window and chuckled softly, "You do wield some power."
"Humph, you realize that now? It's too late! No matter how much you try to please me, you're going to die today!" Mr. Fu said, full of pride.
At that moment, a passenger on the plane stood up and said, "Young man, you caused this trouble, and those gunmen outside are coming for you, so you better get off the plane quickly. Don't drag us into this!"
"Yeah, get off quickly! Those people are all tattooed with the Black Dragon Society's mark! One should be responsible for their own actions!"
Others joined in, persuading him.
They all harbored the mentality of sacrificing a companion to save themselves; as long as Chen Feng got off, they would be safe too.
Chen Feng understood this very well, shrugged his shoulders, then glanced at the two young ladies seated on either side: "We've reached our destination."
"We're here?"
