Amid a roar of thunderous noise, Hashimoto Maya shielded his head. For one brief instant, he thought he had already gotten off the plane and stepped into an express elevator to heaven.
But a few seconds later, as the violent shaking subsided, he abruptly opened his eyes and found that the plane had actually come to a steady stop—there had been no explosion, nor had it crashed head-on into anything it should not have hit.
"Did we really... survive?"
Hashimoto Maya sprang to his feet!
...Then the seat belt yanked him back down.
"..."
He unfastened his seat belt and sprang to his feet again! Hashimoto Maya desperately wanted to pop open a bottle of Champagne to celebrate, then excitedly high-five the person beside him like a fan watching a last-minute comeback victory. But when he looked over at the pilot's seat, he found that Jiang Xia did not look well. In fact, he looked a little frightening.
Hashimoto Maya froze. "Are you all right?"
Jiang Xia: "..." No, I burned through so much Killing Intent.
But then he looked at Hashimoto Maya, remembered something, and carefully counted his stock. He suddenly realized that, including the two newly squeezed varieties of High-Grade Killing Intent, he had not lost much compared with before boarding the plane. He actually had a little more.
The Spirit Medium's mood soon returned to calm. "We actually landed safely. How lucky."
After a pause, Jiang Xia suddenly remembered something. He turned to look behind them, an anxious expression appearing on his face. "Where is that friend of yours? Why can't I see him? He wouldn't leave us behind and go off on his own, would he? Could the turbulence have sucked him out of the cabin?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Of course the boss had already hidden.