The elderly man’s acupoints were sealed by Chu Feng, leaving him completely immobile. He could only watch helplessly as his lower leg was pierced. The old man’s mute acupoint was also sealed, leaving him stripped of even the right to scream in agony.
"See how dangerous this is? I just casually toss it, and it causes such destruction. If he truly went mad at ten thousand ters, what would we do?" Chu Feng said with utmost seriousness.
"Thank you, sir. We will contact the airport security now. Then, we will conduct a thorough inspection of the plane, and we hope you will cooperate with us," the air stewardess said.
Chu Feng said, "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely cooperate. I am a good citizen, after all."
After finishing his words, Chu Feng walked back to his first-class seat. Chu Feng didn’t care what Bai Jiahang was up to—even if Bai Jiahang was off to beg, Chu Feng couldn’t allow him to bring a master so easily.
Back at his seat, Chu Feng also sent a text ssage to Pei Wending.
Chu Feng didn’t have ti to give them a detailed account—his ti was limited. Since he did not plan to stay long in Yanjing, it was essential to make the most of his ti.
The Public Security Bureau was also under the jurisdiction of Pei Wending; thus, a single phone call from him managed to overlook Chu Feng, the instigator.
After receiving a phone call, Bai Jiahang truly beca infuriated, looking at Chu Feng with eyes that seed to spit fire.
On this trip to East River, he brought only one useful person, but now, that person had been disabled by Chu Feng. Going to Yanjing, he would truly be without a useful person.
"Sir, we are about to take off, please turn off your mobile devices," the air stewardess said gently to Bai Jiahang.
"I still need to make a call, I will turn it off later," Bai Jiahang said with a nasty tone.
Those who can afford first-class are generally people of status, and the air stewardess worried about offending soone. However, she couldn’t simply neglect her duties, as it was her responsibility.
"It’s really true what they say online these days, having money doesn’t make you a good person, having money doesn’t equate to having manners. There are those without manners in first-class too, using that tone to intimidate people, it’s just so tasteless. Sister, tell to turn off my phone," Chu Feng said.
"Sir, could you please..." The air stewardess was sowhat speechless but still spoke to Chu Feng.
In front of everyone, Chu Feng turned off his phone and said, "See, it’s off now. There’s no need to stoop to the level of soone without manners."
The air stewardess said, "Sir, this passenger might genuinely have an ergency. It’s best to be understanding as we’re all on the sa flight."
Chu Feng replied, "Don’t to try to make excuses for him. I’ve had my rabies vaccine. At worst, if he bites , I’m not afraid."
The air stewardess, amused by Chu Feng’s remarks, struggled to contain her laughter, but she had to hold it in front of the passengers.
Bai Jiahang’s face had darkened to the point it seed he could wring out water. He must have not consulted the almanac before leaving the house today—how did he end up on the sa plane as Chu Feng, and to top it off, both in first-class?
"Why are you staring at like that? I paid for my ticket. Although I didn’t buy it myself, it’s also not you who bought it. Plus, the money spent was mine. See, my na’s here, even spelled out, do you want to spell it out for you to listen?" Chu Feng took out his ’attitude’ again.
"Creak! Creak!"
The phone was being crushed by Bai Jiahang, clearly an indication of his struggling to suppress his rage.
"Sir, would you like sothing to drink?" The air stewardess, concerned that the two might start fighting, initiated the question.
Chu Feng said, "Thank you for your concern, but I’m not thirsty. I can still scold him for a while, so I’m sure I can get him to follow your instructions and turn off his phone."
The air stewardess gave Chu Feng a grateful look.
anwhile, Bai Jiahang, who was preparing to turn off his phone, truly felt on the verge of going mad.
In East River, Bai Jiahang was known for his calm and wisdom, but in front of Chu Feng, he felt he was losing his composure.
Chu Feng looked at Bai Jiahang and shook his head, "Your temper, compared to An Wenxing, still falls just a little short."
After turning off his phone, Bai Jiahang closed his eyes, refusing to look at Chu Feng anymore.
Owing to Chu Feng’s earlier assistance, he received special attention throughout the flight.
"See, ’To give is to receive’ is exactly what it ans. Don’t be too arrogant in the future; it’s pointless," Chu Feng preached to Bai Jiahang.
Although Bai Jiahang’s eyes were closed, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles lost their color.
An hour and a half later, the plane landed smoothly at Yanjing International Airport.
Bai Jiahang and his female assistant were the first to disembark from the plane, while Chu Feng received a secret note from the sweet-looking air stewardess responsible for the first-class service as he left the plane.
After disembarking, Chu Feng unfolded the note and found it to be a phone number. Such a hint—if Chu Feng didn’t understand, he would be a fool.
Chu Feng shook his head, "Being too charming isn’t always a good thing."
After speaking, Chu Feng tore the note and tossed the pieces into a trash bin.
This ti, nobody was assigned to pick Chu Feng up in Yanjing. Huang Lan was busy preparing for a martial arts competition, and Zhang Shisan would certainly not be at a place like the airport. So Chu Feng had only an address and had to rely on it to hail a cab.
"Mr. Chu, we are here to pick you up." As Chu Feng was about to hail a taxi, four n in black closed in, two in front and two behind him. Two of them pressed handguns against Chu Feng’s lower back.
Unhurried and showing no sign of fear or concern, Chu Feng said, "You’d better put your firestick away, or I won’t mind shoving it into your mouth. You just want to go with you, right? I’ll go, but first, I need to get my luggage."
"Mr. Chu, your luggage will be collected for you. Please just co with us," said one of the n in black.
Suddenly, Chu Feng made his move, grabbing the wrist of the person behind him and twisting sharply while lifting it, forcing the man’s own gun into his mouth.
"I told you I’d go with you, but don’t prod with your firestick. And I need to retrieve my luggage—are there any objections now?" Chu Feng asked, looking at the three stunned n.
They were all stunned and dared not object.
Chu Feng went to the luggage claim, retrieved his belongings, and then returned to the sa spot, saying, "Where is the car? Take to this address. Be sure to bring to this address. If you take to the wrong place, both you and your boss behind the scenes will regret it."
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