As the snacks were served on the plane, along with the attractive flight crew, the intense feeling of fear that had gripped everyone just moments before vanished, replaced by the excitement and anticipation of embarking on a trip.
However, Zhang Menglong wasn't feeling as joyous. He hadn't bothered them for a month, and did they really think he was made of clay, to be hit and scolded without fighting back?
Last time they had only wanted to destroy his property, but this time they had taken it to the next level, actually trying to kill him with 60 fighter jets—a substantial investment! Having blown up 59 of their planes, he believed that even they would be feeling the pain.
But this time, Zhang Menglong wouldn't just wait for them to act; at the very least, he thought, it was time to collect some interest. Or else did they still think he was made of clay? He would consider this as just some appetizers before the main course!
"System, connect me to Hong Yi," Zhang Menglong ordered.
