Chapter 387: Hijacked Plane

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

It was already too late. Only after Jin Zhaonan calmed down did he realize Ye Mo's terror.

"Tell me any news you have about Sister Yan. Your life depends on it," Ye Mo said plainly.

"I can hand over all our gang's accumulated wealth," Jin Zhaonan offered.

Ye Mo sneered. "You think I care about your paltry sum? Making money is too easy for me. I'll give you one minute; speak now, or never."

Before Ye Mo could speak, Li Erxi recounted, "Over ten years ago, the Grey Alliance fought the Chinese gang, and we were forced to participate. We were too weak to disobey, so we sent ten men. Two encountered Sister Yan. A Chinese gang member protecting her killed one of our men; the other escaped. Recently, I heard you obtained a bracelet from one of our men. That bracelet was taken from Sister Yan by the escaped brother. He reported seeing Sister Yan escape, but mentioned nothing about a bracelet."

Jin Zhaonan quickly nodded. "Yes, that's what happened. Sister Yan wasn't important; her disappearance wasn't investigated."

Ye Mo knew they weren't lying, but their knowledge was limited. He'd come to the US to investigate the bracelet, but the lead had gone cold.

Annoyed, Ye Mo incinerated them both with fireballs.

…

The next day, San Francisco's biggest news was a sudden police crackdown on gangs. Many disappeared overnight, restoring peace to the city. Officially, that is. The Grey Alliance and the Vietnamese gang were annihilated by Ye Mo; the Mountain and Hong Martial gangs were severely crippled and subsequently arrested. The Tang Gang was now the largest gang. Smaller gangs dared not challenge them.

…

Ning Qingxue sat on the plane to San Francisco, her brow furrowed. Fei Yu Corporation was secure, but she couldn't contact her mother. Her parents' safety was paramount; the company's success came second. Her mother's disappearance in the US prompted her immediate flight from Hong Kong. The flight was over ten hours. Ning Qingxue rubbed her temples, trying to relax.

She examined a fireball charm—an exquisitely decorated piece of paper. Tang Beiwei had given her over ten, urging her to take them before her trip. She'd accepted them, placing them in her bag.

Before Su Jingwen's incident, she would have questioned Tang Beiwei's actions; now, she didn't dare dismiss the charms as useless.

As Ning Qingxue studied the charm, two men walked past, ostensibly to the restroom. Suddenly, her necklace felt cold. Knowing it was a defensive artifact, she became alert. She glanced at the men; one looked back, then quickly away. Something was wrong.

Ning Qingxue stood to report the suspicious activity, but a middle-aged woman next to her pointed a gun, saying softly, "Mrs. Ning, please don't move; my gun is temperamental."

Ning Qingxue realized she was targeted. She sat, looking coldly at the woman. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"That's irrelevant. Just know you're under our control. We're not hijacking the plane; we're inviting Mrs. Ning as our guest," the woman smiled. Using a gun on a woman like Ning Qingxue was insulting.

Ning Qingxue remained calm, declaring frostily, "Tell me who you are, or I resist."

The woman smiled. "I will. Not because I fear your resistance, but because you'll soon see him. His surname is Yuan; you shouldn't have angered him."

"That scum," Ning Qingxue sneered, realizing Yuan Qibing's audacity.

The two men remained nearby, unseen.

Seeing Ning Qingxue quiet, the woman remained silent, awaiting Yuan Qibing's arrival.

"Freeze! This is a hijacking, not a murder. Disobey, and face execution!" The two men drew their weapons, pointing at the passengers.

Ning Qingxue was stunned. Was Yuan Qibing insane? Could he hijack a plane? Was he willing to implicate the Yuan family?

She looked at the woman, who was also shocked. They were not working together, merely coincidental passengers.

Though Ning Qingxue was composed, others were not. A fat man screamed and fled his seat.

Bang. Blood spilled; he fell.

Silence fell; even children's cries were stifled. Only suppressed sniffles remained. The plane shook violently. Faces paled.

Bang bang—a loss of balance.

Panic ensued. The plane was crashing! Two men who stood were shot; as they fell, the thugs yelled, "Sit down! Disobedience means death!"