Ye Ling stared at the raging pilot with some astonishment. This guy's eyelids were amazingly lively. Looking at the punches he was throwing and the curses he was hurling, anyone unaware of the situation might think he was utterly fearless.
"I'm sorry for the laughter, I've always been this undaunted by difficulties, but it's all for the safety of the people on the plane."
"You should be able to tell, a brave man like me takes his heroic nature very seriously. So, when it comes to terrorists, I generally flatly refuse all their demands."
"I am a highly educated pilot, my qualities are very good. Look at the old monk's fists just now, hard, aren't they?"
Ye Ling nodded, giving a thumbs up, "Hmm, indeed hard. I believe you're truly a tough guy, but you should still control your legs first. If they're shaking, it might affect the image of you being a heroic pilot."
