The two Pilots exchanged bewildered looks. Someone had hacked the plane they were flying? What god had they managed to offend?
They hesitated for a second, then hurriedly pressed the controls in front of them. Sure enough, nothing responded.
Someone had taken control of the plane!
This was nothing short of catastrophic news.
They had no doubt that whoever was behind this could send the plane into free fall.
Belly Dance? What kind of sick fucking joke was this?
Suddenly, the skeleton spoke again. "Looks like you still don't quite understand your situation. Let's give you a little taste."
Then they felt the plane plunge sharply downward...
Shen Bing kept his view fixed on the bedroom. He watched the Middle Eastern man approach the soft bed with a glass of red wine, pulling the gauze curtain aside with his left hand to reveal the person inside. The thin silk blanket barely concealed her shapely body.
The man gazed at her appreciatively, his eyes full of rapture.
Then he bent down, about to lift the silk blanket covering her.
At that very instant, an intense sensation of weightlessness seized him.
Then... his entire body floated into the air!
He could swear he hadn't jumped. The plane was falling.
"Ah..." Intense terror instantly flooded his mind.
It wasn't just him. Everything in the room, including the sleeping beauty on the bed, floated into the air.
His scream lasted less than half a second before cutting off like the squawk of a duck grabbed by the neck, because his feet had touched the floor again.
"What's going on?" He was utterly bewildered.
Had the plane malfunctioned? Impossible! As a wealthy man with ambitions, he valued his life enormously, so he insisted on a rigorous inspection before every takeoff.
*Or had they hit