Chapter 320: Hijacking
Lin Qingyun furrowed her brows and suddenly said indifferently, "Where you go has nothing to do with us. And besides, what business is it of yours that Zhao Dong is here?"
Ding Lan's face turned slightly pale. She clenched her fists, glanced at Zhao Dong, then shook her head and finally said softly, "Mr. Zhang, let's go."
Zhang Shaowen nodded and said to Ding Lan tenderly, "Lan, let's not let some lowlife ruin our mood. Let's go."
Ding Lan bit her lip and remained silent.
Nearby, Zhang Shaowen glanced at Zhao Dong and snorted. After sizing him up, he took out two plane tickets and scoffed, "Zhao Dong, see this? These are business class tickets. If I hadn't bumped into you here, given the gap between us, we'd never see each other again in this lifetime!"
Zhao Dong gave him a strange look. Is Zhang Shaowen sick in the head? Who flexes with plane tickets?
Shaking his head, Zhao Dong said, "Mr. Zhang, are you really that proud of a business class seat?"
"Haha, you bet I am!" Zhang Shaowen sneered. "But I've earned the right to. You want to show off, but what do you have to show for it?"
From the side, Lin Qingyun suddenly said softly, "Zhao Dong, where are our two first-class tickets? Have you seen them?"
Zhao Dong was startled. Before he could understand what Lin Qingyun meant, he saw her pull out two first-class tickets from her bag and say with a smile, "Found them. I almost forgot."
She handed the tickets to Zhao Dong. Seeing the purple-red tickets, he instantly smiled, understanding her intent.
Across from them, Zhang Shaowen's mouth twitched, his face burning hot. He wanted to show off with business class, but it turns out Zhao Dong is in first class?
He felt a scorching pain on his cheeks, a humiliation so intense it felt worse than death!
Ding Lan also looked deeply embarrassed. Without lingering, she lowered her head and left.
Zhang Shaowen wished he could find a crack in the floor to crawl into. He glared at Zhao Dong, his face beet red, and quickly turned to leave.
Zhao Dong and Lin Qingyun exchanged a smile.
Soon, boarding began. Once everyone was on board, the aircraft prepared for takeoff. After a rapid acceleration, the plane climbed above the clouds.
Looking down at East Sea City below, Zhao Dong was lost in thought. These past three months since his return had finally brought a chapter to a close! He had dealt with Hong Wu and even established his own power base! Next, he would expand his influence step by step. The path of cultivation was long and arduous. He knew he must strive even harder to climb to the very top!
「On the plane」
Lin Qingyun sat by the window, holding onto Zhao Dong's arm, and suddenly said softly, "Zhao Dong, I want to ask you something."
"What is it, Qingyun?" Zhao Dong asked with a smile.
Lin Qingyun hesitated for a moment, her gaze complex. "You don't still like Ding Lan, do you?"
Zhao Dong's mouth twitched. "What are you talking about? Have you been drinking?"
"You're the one who's been drinking!" Lin Qingyun pouted. "Are you trying to dodge my question?"
"I'm not. I just think the question is absurd."
"Fine... It is pretty absurd. Feelings... they're a complicated thing." Lin Qingyun stared out the window, muttering absently.
In the darkened cabin amid the night clouds, the day's exhaustion began to catch up with Zhao Dong. Before long, he groggily leaned on Lin Qingyun's shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
「In his sleep」
Sudden shouts in the cabin woke Zhao Dong up.
"Get up! Get the hell up!"
Zhao Dong had just opened his eyes when his pupils constricted. Someone was in the aisle, shouting and rummaging through things! Then, a figure approached, and the cold, dark muzzle of a gun was pressed directly against his head.
Zhao Dong was shocked. A hijacking? What kind of rotten luck is this!?
He secretly grasped Lin Qingyun's hand. It was already cold and clammy, slick with cold sweat.
"Kid! Get up and get to the back!" the man with the gun barked.
No sooner had he spoken than the man yanked Zhao Dong to his feet. Then he pulled out Lin Qingyun, who had already turned pale with fright, and herded them toward the back of the cabin.
As Zhao Dong backed away, he scanned his surroundings. Besides the man pointing a gun at him, he saw that at the very front of the first-class cabin, another armed hijacker was kicking the cockpit door.
Zhao Dong breathed a sigh of relief. The hijackers haven't breached the cockpit. There's still hope!
「Entering the economy class cabin」
Seven or eight flight attendants and flight security staff had already been bound and thrown into the middle of the aisle. At the very back of the plane were about a dozen passengers, with one armed hijacker guarding them. Everyone was already pale with fear.
Zhao Dong glanced over and saw that among the dozen or so passengers, apart from that bastard Zhang Shaowen, every single one was a woman!
His heart sank. It looked like these hijackers planned this. They deliberately chose a flight with few passengers and even fewer men. Three hijackers. All armed.
"Stand still! Move and you're dead!"
The hijacker shoved Zhao Dong and Lin Qingyun into the crowd. After a final threat, he turned and ran toward the cockpit.
BANG, BANG, BANG...
A burst of gunfire echoed from the direction of the cockpit. The passengers immediately screamed in terror.
"Shut up! Everyone shut the hell up!" the hijacker on guard shouted, cocking his gun. The crowd instantly fell silent.
Just then, the hijacker who had left earlier hurried back. "Damn it! That fucking cockpit door is bulletproof. We didn't bring the C4, so we can't get it open!"
"Hmph! If we can't break the door down, we'll force them to open it themselves!" the hijacker on guard snarled. "Go tell the pilot if he doesn't open the door, we'll kill a passenger every five minutes. Let's see if he opens it then!"
"Yes, sir!" The other hijacker immediately took off.
The hijacker on guard yanked Zhao Dong aside and began scanning the crowd. Any passenger who met his gaze screamed in terror.
A moment later, his gaze landed on Lin Qingyun.
"This chick is pretty enough. We'll start with you!"
"Stop!" Zhao Dong couldn't hold back any longer and took a step forward, shouting coldly.