The roar resounded.
It was the roar of a helicopter crash landing, accompanied by the urgent, sharp footsteps and the clash of firearms and swords.
The guards of the Order World were rushing over.
Xia Zhi strode into the first-class cabin, glanced at the harmonious grandfather and grandson, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her voice, saying: "There are terrorists lurking on this flight. You two..."
She felt a bit guilty because these two were very likely Ascenders, appearing as if they were here for underground trade, people who were highly probable targets for terrorists—extremely dangerous.
She even considered whether to secretly open the cabin door and let them escape.
But, bound by her professional ethics, she chose not to.
"Grandfather and grandson..."
Jiang Yanli curled his lips, thinking that he always appeared much younger than his senior brother.
