Qing Chen sat in Kunlun Bookstore in Zheng City, his eyes closed in thought.
The bookstore had already closed, and the atmosphere inside was exceptionally grave.
The flight crew sitting across from him were silent as cicadas... They had also learned about the plane crash. A plane worth hundreds of millions had been shot down on its very first passenger flight. Anyone could tell something was wrong.
It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy aimed at Qing Chen.
In the past, conspiracy theories had mostly been baseless speculation, because most things in this world simply were not worth conspiring over.
But Qing Chen was worth it.
One of the flight attendants said quietly, "It had nothing to do with us. We never leaked any information to the outside. Our only usual form of entertainment was the television on the plane, watching the news and variety shows."
Qing Chen opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Right now, I can't determine whether any of you are involved. But since this happened, I'll have to ask all of you to disappear for a while... You'll be hidden away, not killed. You'll only be placed under house arrest somewhere, and one day, you'll regain your freedom. I know this is unfair to innocent people, but the Hu Group will give all of you sufficient compensation and treat you well... Believe me, the day you regain your freedom won't be far off."
The crew members froze. That was it? They had thought they were going to be killed!
In truth, Qing Chen had never intended to kill anyone. This mole was very likely controlled by a Puppet Master. Was he supposed to kill every member of the entire team who knew his itinerary just to kill one puppet? That was dozens of lives.
Besides,