The blonde girl with twin ponytails had a pink purse slung over her shoulder.
She looked quite adorable.
She glanced at Wang Yi and Eagle, then gave them a very cute, smiling nod before taking the seat beside Eagle.
Wang Yi wore sunglasses that covered half his face, so she probably hadn't recognized him.
Once the cabin was nearly full, the plane took off.
In just five more hours, it would reach Saudi Arabia.
After the plane climbed through the clouds and reached the stratosphere, it began to level out.
At the flight attendants' reminder, everyone relaxed.
Just then, the girl beside them opened her purse and took out three oranges.
She offered one to Eagle, one to Wang Yi, and placed the third on the little table in front of herself.
Wang Yi shook his head.
Although the girl was very cute, he had to be careful when traveling.
Someone like Wang Yi—a billionaire known by nearly everyone in the world—couldn't just accept food from strangers.
So he didn't take the orange.
As an experienced special forces soldier, Eagle naturally wouldn't eat food from strangers either.
The girl shrugged. "What a shame. I just bought these, and they're delicious."
As she spoke, she took back the other two oranges, peeled one, and began eating.
She nodded as she ate. "Mmm, delicious. You two old guys will regret not having any."
Wang Yi smiled and shook his head.
Eagle didn't even respond.
A moment later, some more passengers boarded.
Eagle's sharp, hawk-like eyes carefully swept over them all.
He frowned and whispered into Wang Yi's ear:
"There are four people who handle guns regularly. They all have old calluses in the webbing between their thumbs and index fingers, worn there by guns. That girl beside us is one of them."