The terrorists have been captured, the crisis is over.
Men, women, the elderly, and children, all still shaken, disembark from the plane.
Some are crying, some are laughing, the joy of surviving such an ordeal fills everyone's faces.
However, their eyes are almost entirely fixed on one person, or perhaps on several people, filled with gratitude and awe.
Ye Fan and Mengyao walk side by side, heading out of the airport, while Du Xueqi and the five women each carry two suitcases, looking formidable and radiant.
The most eye-catching figure is still Ye Fan, capturing everyone's attention.
That is the figure of a hero, a savior who rescued their lives.
"Salute!" The Ba Country Government soldiers, with solemn expressions, gaze fixedly at Ye Fan and his group, offering their highest respect.
"Look, you've become a hero once again." Mengyao smiles gently, feeling deeply proud.
"It's what I should do; I can't just stand by and watch people die." Ye Fan responds lightly.
