The Hu Group's private jet climbed rapidly. Qing Chen sat on the cabin sofa, staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
He did not even notice the crew whispering among themselves.
"Mr. Qing looks a little haggard."
"A little? It's far worse than that..."
By now, Qing Chen no longer had Forbidden Item ACE-005 on him, so the exhaustion of terminal cancer was laid bare for everyone to see.
He looked like a candle flickering in the wind, one stronger gust away from being snuffed out.
A few minutes later, a flight attendant came over and crouched beside Qing Chen, summoning every ounce of strength she had to produce a beautiful smile. "Mr. Qing, are you feeling unwell? There's a first-aid kit on the plane."
Qing Chen smiled. "I have terminal cancer. The plane's first-aid kit won't help."
The flight attendant froze. She found it hard to believe that the Lord of Daybreak had suddenly become someone on the brink of death, and she did not know what to do.
Qing Chen comforted her instead. "I'm fine."
After hesitating for a long time, the flight attendant looked at the bag by Qing Chen's feet. "Shall I put this bag away for you?"
Qing Chen raised a hand to stop her. "No need. You can't touch that bag."
The flight attendant curiously examined the backpack. It seemed strange somehow; there was even a pull ring on the outside, and she had no idea what it was for.
This looked more like a... parachute pack?
Who brought a parachute pack onto a plane? Was he planning to jump out if the plane crashed...
Thinking of that, the young flight attendant remembered her last terrifying experience and could not help but shudder.
Qing Chen reassured her slowly, "Don't worry. You'll be fine.