The ten first-class passengers, "...."
The flight attendant and the two air marshals crouching on the ground, "...."
Even Jack, "...."
However, a hint of schadenfreude flashed across the bald middle-aged man's face. To him, Lin Xi's interaction with Xiaomei the flight attendant just now was a great provocation. He even believed the two were discussing him.
In fact, that was true.
Yet now, his schadenfreude seemed a bit glaring to the others.
But everyone else was too lazy and preoccupied to care about him, so they automatically ignored him.
"Why are you two crouching on the ground?" Lin Xi asked as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual, reaching out his hands toward the arms of the two air marshals.
The two air marshals didn't dare to stand up, nor could they explain what was happening. After all, the opponent had a gun.
Besides, they thought that any normal person, unless blind, should understand the situation now!
