A few minutes later, the flight attendant returned Luo Zheng's docunts to him. Following closely was the purser, a white man in his fifties, dressed in a uniform, wearing a hat, with a stern and serious expression, looking at Luo Zheng with curiosity and asking, "I am the purser. Welco aboard this flight. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"Thank you." Luo Zheng realized these people hadn't seen through him, feeling assured internally as he professionally said, "What exactly happened with that man just now? There are many citizens of our country on this plane. I need to know the truth to ensure everyone's safety. Please tell honestly."
"That person has so ntal issues, suddenly erupted and hard people, injuring our security personnel, but he has been subdued now. It's fine, no need to worry." The purser answered calmly, though his eyes were locked onto Luo Zheng's, trying to discern sothing.
Although Luo Zheng wasn't an agent by training, he had learned to disguise, and he continued professionally, "Were any citizens of our country injured? There are several citizens in first class, I need to check everyone's condition, and ensure there are no issues."
"No, please follow ." The purser agreed, indicating for Luo Zheng to walk towards the first class cabin.
In first class, the safety officer was absent, the man who was caught and the blonde woman were gone, and the two international police officers were missing too. Thankfully, Lan Bo was still there, sitting alone. Luo Zheng approached him politely and said, "Sir, I am an employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Have you been injured? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Lan Bo instantly recognized Luo Zheng by his voice, despite the silicone mask changing his appearance, and responded with a wry smile, "Soone suddenly attacked the safety personnel beside earlier. They might have used a thin iron chain. The safety personnel's life condition is unknown. Everyone was asleep, nobody noticed, and the safety personnel struggled, kicked , that's when I realized and quickly called the flight attendant."
"Were you attacked?" Luo Zheng asked concernedly, casting a calm glance at the nearby flight attendants observing them. Both were conversing in Huaxia language, leaving Luo Zheng uncertain if the flight attendants understood, therefore he had to be sowhat restrained in his speech.
"No, but it scared . It felt as if they were coming right at ," continued Lan Bo.
Luo Zheng nodded knowingly, then procedurally inquired of the other Huaxia nationals present. Once the situation was sufficiently understood, Luo Zheng looked towards the flight attendants, focusing on the purser, and solemnly said, "I will truthfully report the situation here to the governnt. They were all frightened. I hope you can properly calm everyone's emotions and ensure no similar incidents occur subsequently."
"Of course, rest assured, it is our duty." The purser promptly agreed, displaying confidence, with his gaze fixed firmly on Luo Zheng, his expression softened slightly.
In the purser's words, Luo Zheng detected a confident nuance, causing him to secretly chuckle. Only one type of person can be so confident—the special agent who has reached full control over the situation; an ordinary purser wouldn't have such assurance. In other words, the purser might not be genuine but rather a special agent dispatched by Sam Country. However, Luo Zheng didn't expose him, and nonchalantly said, "That's good, thank you for your support."
With that, Luo Zheng turned and left, avoiding looking at Lan Bo again to prevent arousing suspicion. Along the way, Luo Zheng noticed many people in the cabin staring at him in surprise or curiosity, but nobody actively inquired. Luo Zheng was also reluctant to explain more; this proactive action, exposing himself under various forces' scrutiny, was intended to shift suspicion away, akin to hiding in plain sight.
Imagine, how could soone who stands out have issues? Wouldn't they fear exposure? Luo Zheng intended to create this impression for his adversaries, discreetly observing the surroundings as he returned to his seat, throwing Lan Xue a reassuring glance, and Lan Xue, comprehending, subtly eased up.
The cabin discussion gradually quieted down, restoring tranquillity. Luo Zheng was deep in thought, the flight attendants were evidently problematic, at least half were likely special agents from Sam Country, including the purser. These personnel could monitor all passengers in the cabin, and act decisively at the final mont.
There should be other Sam Country special agents hidden in the cabin, seemingly calm, with nobody knowing who's who, yet doubtless exchanging intelligence through so communication tools. With this power at play, the other side would likely be cautious, refraining from hastily taking action.
Luo Zheng didn't understand why the assassin chose only to target the protection personnel, rather than directly attacking Lan Bo. Could it be they didn't intend to kill Lan Bo? What conspiracy lay within? Killing Lan Bo would thoroughly muddy the waters, yet it eluded comprehension. Unknowingly, Luo Zheng suddenly noticed the dawn breaking outside, heralding the arrival of the second day's morning.
The awakened individuals started to open the shades, allowing outside light to penetrate, illuminating the cabin and waking more people. Shortly thereafter, the flight attendants rolled the food cart, delivering water and breakfast to everyone, maintaining an outward serenity as though nothing had happened, a scene leaving Luo Zheng alert.
This was the domain of Sam Country, yet so travel ti remained to reach the capital. Nobody could guarantee what might happen next, the aircraft likely housed nurous Sam Country special agents, but what about the other faction? Two exposed individuals, a man and a woman, were already accounted for; could others be awaiting their chance?
Luo Zheng remained uncertain, maintaining vigilance as best he could, observing his surroundings. After breakfast, Luo Zheng confidently walked toward first class under the pretext of showing concern for fellow citizens, with flight attendants unable to obstruct him. Seeing Lan Bo safe, Luo Zheng was inwardly relieved, chatted briefly with the fellow nationals in first class, and returned to his seat.
At this point, the cabin beca lively, people engaged in various discussions, laughing aloud continuously. Seeing nobody paying attention to him, Luo Zheng lowered his voice to concisely explain the situation. Lan Xue only cared about her father's safety; upon hearing he was alright, she relaxed, lowering her voice to say, "It's a few hours until we arrive, nothing should happen anymore, right? Why do I feel uneasy?"
"I feel uneasy too, this matter probably isn't over yet, the other faction wouldn't just dispatch two people onboard; surely there's a backup plan. Be cautious. Previously, there were international police officers, flight attendants worked behind the scenes; now the situation has changed. Uncle Lan has been primarily protected by the staff, minimal risk, but the other faction should act soon, delaying would be futile." Luo Zheng whispered, suddenly spotting a burly bald man heading to first class, his eyes narrowing in heightened alertness.
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