Usually, Gu Yi wouldn't bother mingling in low-level fights, apart from moving a few chess pieces.
This ti, she was dead serious. It could be said that the Qin Group had touched her reverse scale, daring to attack her close confidante.
Emotionally and publicly, she had to retaliate—and hard. What kind of leader would she be if she gave in?
How could she convince her subordinates and allies in the future if she concealed her montum and edge?
Perhaps she wouldn't have been so thunderous if Ling Qingyu and her assistance weren't involved. After all, those dirty files and the vast intelligence network were force multipliers in her next moves.
Regardless, sooner or later, Gu Yi would have to target the Qin Group, its affiliates, and underlings in the governnt—from both moral and personal standpoints.
She had gained benefits from Ling Qingyu, and she had to repay them. Of course, despite the rits, Gu Yi carefully weighed nurous factors to judge whether the future was feasible.
Otherwise, with her talent and reputation, she wouldn't have lost the ambition of sitting on the throne—until Ling Qingyu reignited the fla.
After all, everyone she encountered was corrupt, their minds filled with filth. Although Country C's situation had worsened in recent years, she never intended to create an upgraded living hell for the people, no matter her desire and thirst for power.
The Qin Group was destined to be her enemy. Now, she had to appease the Yang family to prevent excessive complaints—though she hadn't cared in the first place.
Ho affairs didn't need to be spread around and ruin her public image, exploited by the opposition to sar her.
She wouldn't be surprised if, in the coming days, rumors about her adulterous affairs spread across the internet. Scandals were the most effective and easiest tools in politics.
Regardless of whether they were true or false, repeated gossip left a long-lasting impression. If excellent public relations experts maneuvered things perfectly, she might even lose the opportunity to explain the truth.
Well, these matters amounted to nothing, as she had her own teams to tackle the problem.
While Gu Yi struggled for her daughter-in-law's future, in the capital of Country E, a flight from Country C landed at the airport.
Passengers inside the aircraft yelped with joy and relief, feeling the touch of solid ground as the wheels made contact.
They clapped and expressed their gratitude. Outsiders wouldn't understand what they had been through.
In the business class, Lin Fan waved around and smiled. It felt great to be a hero and show off, especially in front of the beautiful stewardess.
5 hours ago.
He didn't like to spend too much money and wouldn't usually sit in privilege class. He found that sitting in economy allowed him to mingle with the crowd more.
All sorts of people from different walks of life enlightened his mindset. So, he was originally staying in the back until his neighbors had a conflict.
In the three-seat row, he was sitting near the aisle. A man and a woman suddenly began quarreling.
Well, it was more like the man was admonishing the woman with various accusations, not showing her the slightest respect.
The cause was the urn in her hands. The woman explained that it contained her late husband, who had recently passed away. She was bringing him ho while traveling the world to fulfill a promise they had made together.
How touching and loving. Though the couple seed to be interracial, Lin Fan gave a silent blessing.
However, the atmosphere was ruined by the man's nonstop bombardnt about how unsightly and creepy it was to fly with an urn, citing bad luck and misfortune.
He even tried to provoke the crowd and sway them to his way of thinking. Fortunately, most people were sane enough to understand.
Indeed, just as Ling Qingyu had anticipated, Lin Fan encountered troubles and nuisances. He was practically a humanoid magnet with a label on his forehead that read desiring problems.
No matter where he went, trouble followed. This ti wasn't so serious—or so he had thought.
He stepped up to protect the woman and, in doing so, attracted the attention of the most beautiful stewardess on the aircraft.
The flight attendants intervened and tried to reason with the persistent fool who clung to feudal superstitions, but they ultimately gave up.
Lin Fan inwardly complained that dead corpses were everywhere—even the fuel they used contained remnants of the past. What was there to be afraid of?
Because of his kindness and to resolve the root of the problem, the head stewardess—the most beautiful among the group—offered a solution, relocating Lin Fan and the woman to business class, where seats were available, as an additional beneficial treatnt.
Lin Fan didn't need the upgrade since he could easily afford it but simply chose not to. However, it wasn't bad to accept a beauty's offer—especially one who was gazing at him with admiration. No big deal.
The widow thanked him multiple tis and the two conversed about their daily lives and the plans after arriving in Country E.
Just when he thought the flight was about to end uneventfully, a commotion erupted in the back.
Since the two classes were separated by a curtain, he couldn't observe the situation, but he sensed the pleas in the fearful cries of the passengers.
The curtain was suddenly torn open, revealing a strange man holding a woman hostage, wildly swinging a pistol—or so it seed.
Lin Fan was montarily shocked that soone had smuggled a firearm on board without alerting anyone. Then, he realized—3D-printed materials could evade detection.
Disassembled into multiple parts and reassembled later, the gun wasn't particularly powerful, but its threat was more than enough.
The man threatened everyone on board and forced the pilot to divert the plane to another country, different from the intended destination.
However, the na of the country elicited frowns—it was a rare dictatorial state that had recently beco restless under the backing of Country R.
In reality, the gun could fire at most less than a dozen rounds. How many could die among the crowd? But who dared to be the first?
This was how a simple knife could lead to great tragedies, and many similar scenarios had played out before. People underestimated the power of collective strength and instead sought heroes.
Why bother waiting for a savior when you could save yourself?
Nonetheless, uniting people from different backgrounds was easier said than done—especially with such a variety of ethnicities and races.
In short, regardless of the kidnapper's demands or motives, Lin Fan wasn't interested.
He swiftly disard and subdued the kidnapper the mont an opportunity presented itself, rescuing the attractive stewardess he had set his sights on.
The woman's heart pounded, and her emotions caused her to develop a favorable opinion of the young hero.
The flight continued as planned, and the two flirted, bringing their relationship closer. Lin Fan also received a ridiculous number of tissues with phone numbers discreetly slipped into his pocket by several flight attendants.
He was both overjoyed and in pain. Ling Qingyu would definitely envy him for receiving such absurd treatnt—she might even conspire sothing bad out of spite.
On the other hand, if Lin Fan ever discovered Ling Qingyu's enjoynt of private flights and her personal flight crew, he would curse the injustice.
At present, he had long since forgotten about the troubles, dismissing both situations as re nuisances.
Lin Fan waited for the plane to taxi to a stop. Country E's police had already arrived to handle the hostage situation that had unfolded on board.
They entered the aircraft first and took the suspect away, bound tightly with ropes. After asking a sufficient number of questions, the police left.
Only then were the passengers allowed to disembark. Despite the troubleso ordeal, no one complained—things could have been much worse if not for the hero on board.
He didn't leave imdiately, though. Not until he had subtly teased his favorite stewardess enough.
Lin Fan's peach blossoms blood wherever he road. With just a snap of his fingers, he could have any stewardess he desired.
As a stallion among n, his favor always leaned toward those with beauty, purity, and backgrounds that could benefit his future. Destiny favored him.
He walked alongside her, ignoring the jealous, burning gazes around him—including those of the pilots who had their own interests in the chief stewardess.
When it ca to won, he wasn't overly picky, but he wasn't a fool either. A man like him should always have a female confidante by his side, no matter where he was, right?
Wealth, power, and beauty—all were within his reach.
Too bad he had to stay away from the alluring stewardess for now. His plans involved great dangers, and she couldn't be caught in the crossfire.
anwhile, his thoughts drifted to another concern—how to ensnare the goddess without offending her or pushing her away because of his harem.
The mont he stepped into the airport, his eyes scanned through the glass walls separating the two halls, designed to facilitate the flow of passengers arriving and departing.
His intuition tingled—sothing was amiss.
He spotted a couple, or at least what seed like one, engaged in a serious discussion. Their expressions and temperants felt out of place.
Then, his gaze shifted to another man entering the restroom. Sothing about him seed off.
Lin Fan shook his head. Maybe he was just overthinking things after the thrilling events on the aircraft.
It was impossible that troubles followed him, right? He refused to believe his troublemaker's physique joked by his won.
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