Rip!
A flash of icy-bright blade light swept past, and the seat King Kong had been sitting on was sliced cleanly in half. If King Kong were still in that chair, he'd probably be head and body separated by now.
"Ah!"
Screams erupted on the plane. The nearby passengers immediately unbuckled their seatbelts and bolted toward the back of the cabin.
"Why are you making a move on my little brother?" Leng Qingqian said unhappily, then swished up from her seat in one go, snapping the seatbelt apart just by standing.
The Flight Attendant didn't waste words; the crescent-shaped dagger in her hand slashed straight toward Leng Qingqian's neck.
Splurt!
Blade light flashed. Leng Qingqian clutched her neck and sprang backward as blood flowed out.
