But the voice struck Li Yang as the sound of death itself. Hearing it, Li Yang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his face turning ashen.
"Why are you turning back? You can't turn back—" Li Yang stood up and shouted hoarsely.
"Sir, please calm down. We have no choice in this matter, and we hope you can understand!" A beautiful flight attendant came over and said to Li Yang with an apologetic look.
"I don't care. You all, land immediately, now!" Li Yang roared, pulling a gun from his pocket and pointing it at the flight attendant.
"Ah—" The flight attendant screamed in fright. "Sir, please calm down!"
"Hey, why are you being unreasonable? Just because you have a lousy gun, you think you're special?" Passengers on the plane screamed in fear when they saw Li Yang pull out a gun, but some remained calm. Among them, a man in his fifties with a square face, thick brows, and sharp eyes like an eagle stood up, pointing at Li Yang's nose and scolded.
