The plane had come to a stop, but Chen Mo felt that perhaps because the engines had not been shut down, or for some other reason, the moment it stopped, the fire at the nose flared up with a roar, burning even more fiercely.
Well, let it burn. It was not his plane anyway, so he did not feel bad about it.
Besides, he had just saved Minda's life. Was that not worth more than a plane?
With a slap, Minda reached out, opened the cabin door, and lowered the boarding stairs.
"P-please, sir." Minda stammered to Chen Mo.
Although Chen Mo could not understand what he was saying, he could roughly guess from the gesture. He nodded and led Bai Xiaotian off the plane.
After seeing Chen Mo get off, Minda did not follow. Instead, he hurried to the cockpit and said to his wife, "Get out, quickly."
"Together," his wife said.
"Fine!" Minda said nothing more. He directly shut off several switches on the control panel, cutting off some of the plane's essential systems. It might already have been too late to shut down the control circuits, fuel lines, and so on, but it was still better than doing nothing. Perhaps it might help.
Whoosh!
Fanned by the night wind, the open flames at the nose grew even larger. Thick smoke billowed out and had begun to spread toward the cockpit.
After finishing the operation, Minda grabbed his wife's hand, and the two stumbled down the plane together.
When the group reached the road, a noisy commotion came from behind them. Mingxi had arrived beside the plane with a large group of workers and all kinds of work vehicles.
"Mingxi!" The moment Minda saw Mingxi approach, he greeted him.
"Big brother, are you hurt?" Hearing Minda call out,