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The phrase "feeling timid when close to home" is most appropriate to describe Ye Qian's current mood. Sitting on the plane bound for China, Ye Qian looked out of the window at the tall buildings below, his mood fluctuating. When Ye Qian left China, he was just a seventeen-year-old child. Now, eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. A naive teenager has now transformed into a mature and resolute young man. There is a faint scar on his chiseled face, which makes his originally handsome face even more heroic.
"Sir, do you need a drink?" A beautiful flight attendant walked up to Ye Qian and said to a middle-aged man in a suit sitting beside him.
In the first-class cabin of this plane, almost all the people sitting there are so-called successful people from the upper class. The middle-aged man in a suit and tie, upon seeing Ye Qian's rustic attire, couldn't help but show a face full of disdain. Indeed, Ye Qian was dressed too simply and casually. On top was a grey short-sleeved T-shirt that had been washed almost to the point of turning pale, and on the bottom was a pair of camouflage pants, with the cuffs wrapped in a pair of dusty land combat boots.
The middle-aged man gave Ye Qian a contemptuous look, nodded slightly at the flight attendant, and said in what he considered a very polite tone, "No need, thank you." Then he glanced at Ye Qian and muttered, "How could such a person sit in first class?"
Ye Qian naturally took it in his ears, but ignored him. Ye Qian has seen too many people like this who are so self-righteous and always think they are the best in the world. Quite a few have died at his hands.
The flight attendant still smiled politely and asked Ye Qian the same question. After all, the customer is king. Even if Ye Qian was a beggar, as long as he got on this plane, she should treat him politely and equally. Besides, this young man, who was not dressed very luxuriously, was very handsome and had a bit of a cute and mischievous look.
Ye Qian glanced at the flight attendant, shook his head and said, "No need." Then, his gaze turned to the window again.
With a "bang", a burst of gunshots suddenly rang out in the cabin. Four middle-aged men stood up with guns in their hands, pointing their AK47s at the passengers inside the cabin. The sudden misfortune immediately threw the passengers in the cabin into chaos. One by one, they looked in terror at the four fully armed bandits in front of them.
"Don't move, everyone. Take out all the valuable things. We only seek wealth and don't want to kill anyone. We hope you will cooperate obediently." One of the bandits said.
Ye Qian slowly turned his head, took a glance, and then his gaze shifted back. The middle-aged man in a suit and tie beside him was already trembling all over with fear.
The bandit who had just spoken nodded to one of the short bandits, indicating for him to go to the cockpit of the plane. Obviously, among these four people, he is the leader. He is no fool either. As long as the plane lands at an airport in China, what awaits them will be death. In China, hijacking planes is a terrorist activity, and the crimes committed are enough to kill them hundreds of times.
After the short bandit turned and went to the driver's cabin, the leading bandit said to the other two bandits, "You go and get the money here."
When faced with such a situation, the so-called successful people in the cabin were already at a loss. When the bandits pointed guns at their foreheads, they all obediently handed over their valuable belongings. One of the bandits walked up to Ye Qian and shouted, "Quick, take out the money!"
Ye Qian turned his head and said innocently, "Brother Bandit, do you think I look like a rich man? If you want money, find him. He's dressed in all designer brands. He must be rich." Ye Qian pointed at the middle-aged man beside him as he spoke. He was not the kind of gentleman who would take revenge for ten years without hesitation. Now that there was a chance, of course he would repay it with all his might.
The middle-aged man glared fiercely at Ye Qian, but in the face of the bandit's fierce gaze, he didn't dare to say a word more. In a hurry, he took out all the money on him, not daring to keep a single piece of the luxury watch in his hand or the necklace around his neck.
"Big bandit brother, he still has a few gold teeth in his mouth." Ye Qian pointed at the middle-aged man and said.
The bandit's gaze fell upon the middle-aged man again. The middle-aged man was so eager to strip Ye Qian alive that he secretly vowed that if he saw Ye Qian in City h in the future, he would give him a good lesson.
"Take it out quickly, damn it. If you don't, I'll shoot you with a shot." The bandit pointed the gun at the middle-aged man's forehead and said fiercely.
"How can I get this?" the middle-aged man said innocently.
"Can't you? Then I'll help you," said the bandit. As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the butt of his gun hard at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. Immediately, the middle-aged man's mouth was filled with blood, and the gold teeth embedded in his mouth fell off, along with a few other teeth. The middle-aged man immediately burst into wailing and howling like ghosts and wolves, and let out a scream as if slaughtering a pig.
"Damn it! Shut your mouth and tell me to shoot you dead again," the bandit said viciously. The wicked are free and the wicked are worn down. The middle-aged man dared not speak any more. He endured the pain and tightly closed his mouth.
"Take out everything you have. Hurry up!" The bandit pointed his gun at Ye Qian again and shouted.
The middle-aged man cursed secretly in his heart. It would be best if the bandits could shoot Ye Qian dead with one shot. Ye Qian said innocently, "Brother Bandit, I really have no money."
"Damn it! Who are you kidding? You can fly in first class and say you have no money. Hurry up! If you don't take it out soon, I'll kill you." The bandit pushed the gun a bit in front of Shen Lang and shouted.
Ye Qian shrugged helplessly, leaned back, and spread his hands wide, saying, "If you don't believe it, search for it yourself."
The bandit was stunned for a moment, glared at Ye Qian and said, "Kid, you'd better not play tricks. My gun has no eyes." Having said that, he indeed bent down and began to feel around Ye Qian.
Ye Qian's eyes swept around. The short bandit who had gone to the driver's cabin had not yet returned. The leading bandit was still standing at the door, vigilantly keeping an eye on the passengers inside the cabin, while the other bandit was rummaging for money in other locations.
"What's this?" The bandit's hand suddenly touched Ye Qian's bare feet and asked warily.
"I can't give you this thing," Ye Qian said.
"Quick, take it out!" The bandit shouted, holding his gun against Ye Qian's chest.
Ye Qian's brows slightly furrowed as he reached out and took out the treasure hidden inside his land combat boots. Just then, a red light flashed by. The bandit opened his mouth wide in astonishment, unable to speak, his face full of bewildness. That red light was emitted from the dagger close to Ye Qian's body. The dagger was called Blood Wave, its entire body blood red, just like slowly flowing blood.
Since he had already made a move, Ye Qian naturally no longer hesitated. The dagger in his hand shot like an arrow leaving the bowstring, flying into the heart of the leading bandit at the door. The entire blade of the dagger was completely submerged in his body, leaving only the handle outside. This shows how powerful the dagger that Ye Qian threw was.