"No problem? Two fighter jet formations are fighting, and you're telling
there's no problem?" Wang Ling stood up agitatedly, "Bro, this is no joke, it's not playing house. If we get shot down, people will die!"
"Don't panic," Zhang nglong said with utter calmness because he knew that as long as Ye Yin was there, even if they were to go through a hail of bullets, it wouldn't be a problem.
"How can I not panic? If this plane gets blown up, we are all going to die!" Wang Ling was becoming hysterical, "Let's change our flight path."
"If we change our flight path, submit a new flight path application, plus detouring, I'm afraid it's going to take several more hours. I've already booked a candlelight dinner at the Saint Aer Hotel by the Eiffel Tower, and that's not easy to book. If we're over half an hour late, it gets canceled straight away!"
"Is now the ti to worry about that? What's more important, our lives or eating? Can't the candlelight dinner wait for another day? Does it have to be tonight? And with your ans, Master Zhang, you could easily buy that six-star hotel. Why take such a risk?" Wang Ling was about to lose his mind. He thought Zhang nglong sotis had problems with his brain, acting without considering the urgency of the situation.
"However, it seems inappropriate for Ye Yin to protect us on our way," Zhang nglong automatically filtered out Wang Ling's words. Although having Ye Yin's protection was very safe, a private plane flying unscathed out of an aerial battlefield was both logically and emotionally dubious!
If a missile hit the plane and not even a black spot remained, wouldn't that be ghostly? Such an occurrence would obviously expose his control over so powers beyond science, sothing Zhang nglong did not wish to happen.
"Since that's the case, we'll have to think of another way," Zhang nglong suddenly rembered the phone Hong Yi had given him. She had said that whatever happened, as long as he called this number, there would hardly be anything that couldn't be solved. Now seed like a good opportunity to test it out.
"Captain He, keep turning for a while longer. I need to make a call," Zhang nglong commanded.
"What call? You think this is a gang fight? This is war! A battlefield! We should be bypassing it right now, or even turning around! It's too dangerous here, didn't you see that missile just now? With a boom, it exploded right in front of us!"
"Alright already, as soone in their thirties, can't you be a bit calr? Look at your girlfriend, how composed she is!" Zhang nglong glanced at the influencer-faced girl and suddenly, he sensed a strange sll coming from her.
"Holy shit! She peed herself?" Zhang nglong held his forehead. Why was everyone so easily frightened? Was this minor situation really worth panicking over?
"You guys, help her clean up and get this place tidy," Zhang nglong told the flight attendants. Then, he still dialed the number he had in mind, wanting to see just who was on the other end.
"Doot... Doot..." The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.
"I am Zhang nglong," Zhang nglong said.
"Young master? The young master? Is it really you? Wonderful! You've finally contacted us!" An excited and weathered voice ca from the other end. Zhang nglong even imagined an old man wiping away tears and snot.
"What kind of monster is this?" Zhang nglong pulled the handset away from his ear, as the voice was nearly bursting his eardrums, "And what's with 'young master'? Have I traveled through ti or what?"
The Hong family mbers usually called him young master, but Zhang nglong didn't like such a title filled with feudal landlord overtones, so he had them all change it to Mr. Zhang.
But this person's title, it sounded like he was a slave of their family? But wasn't the slave system abolished many years ago? How co there are still people who use the title of 'master'?
Moreover, although those people spoke Huaxia language, it was with a heavy accent. Clearly, the person was a full-fledged European. Could it be that his grandfather or so other ancestor had bought slaves when they were in Europe?
Finally, the person on the other end of the call cald down a little, and Zhang nglong found an opportunity to interject.
"Hey, who are you exactly, and could you introduce yourself first?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Zhang nglong heard a sound of soone blowing their nose, it seed the other person's excitent wasn't feigned, "My na is Hagen Dorellas, and I am the Clan Leader of your most loyal Dorellas family."
"Oh, never heard of it," said Zhang nglong, hearing the na for the first ti; it must be similar to Hong Yi's Hong Family, a family serving him.
"Young master, you've probably just inherited your family's power and are not aware of us, which is normal. Simply put, our Dorellas family is your spokesperson in Europe!"
As he spoke these words, Hagen's voice was filled with pride and honor, "In the year 23 A.D., the whole of Europe was under the rule of Ancient Ro, and it was your ancestors who saved our predecessors from the Slave Camp. If it hadn't been for your ancestors, our Dorellas family would have perished two thousand years ago."
"Two thousand years? You're saying your family has been with mine for two thousand years?" exclaid Zhang nglong. This, damn, would trace back to the ti of Emperor Qin Shi Huang. If Zhang nglong rembered correctly, Hong Yi's family seed to have started following the Zhang Family around that era too.
Could it be that his ancient ancestor had a particular fondness for playing the hero?
"As long as the Dorellas family line continues, we will follow your family for countless more millennia!"
It sounded like a bold statent, but Zhang nglong could hear that Hagen's words were sincere. He wondered what on earth his family had done to secure such loyalty from people like the Carreras family.
"We can talk about old tis later," said Zhang nglong, "Hong Yi must have told you that I was coming to Europe today."
"Yes, we have prepared to welco your arrival!" said Hagen.
"But I've run into so trouble," said Zhang nglong, "I'm currently near the HD-88 airway, and sohow, there are two fighter jet squadrons fighting nearby. One of the countries involved is Morico, and I don't want their presence to affect my itinerary, do you understand?"
"Please hold on!" Zhang nglong heard a babble of foreign language coming through the handset, and after just a mont, it sounded like Hagen had received precise intelligence.
"Young master, it's between Morico and Leydenburg, they've found a mine on their border and neither is willing to give it up. The mine is very valuable, enough for them to exploit for decades, and it seems today the military conflict escalated. I'm sorry, this was my oversight, I should have inford Miss Hong earlier."
"It's okay, but I want to hear solutions. I'd prefer not to detour or wait for them to finish before we can proceed!" Zhang nglong's tone was uncompromising.
"Don't worry, give
ten minutes, and I will sort everything out!" Hagen promised.
"Then I'll wait and see your performance!"
Zhang nglong hung up the phone, looking at Wang Ling who was still in a state of shock, "Alright, stop pretending, I've already called for help!"
"Who? International Peacekeeping Forces? How long will they take to arrive?"
"No, not them. But it should be my bodyguards; we'll be able to leave in ten minutes."
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