"Me? My old bones would probably fall apart if I went up there," Professor Sun shook his head and sighed.
"Ding! Received a series of quests! Quest reward: 500 scrolls."
"To help the flight attendants on the space shuttle continue their mission."
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Yang Feng's lips; a free scroll had been delivered to his doorstep...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 407 Utter Silence
Seeing Yang Feng stand up, Professor Sun immediately grabbed his wrist and said, "Xiao Yang, you'd better not go. You're still just a college student. These things will be handled by the airport security."
"How can that be..." Yang Feng smiled faintly, gently moved his hand away, stepped out of his seat, and walked straight over there. How could he let so many scrolls go to waste?
Yang Feng righted the cart, helped the flight attendant up from the ground, and instantly healed the redness and pain in her ankle with a wisp of spiritual power. He then spoke calmly:
Are you alright?
Upon hearing this, the flight attendant blushed slightly. Seeing Yang Feng's handsome face and pleasant demeanor, she was instantly captivated.
"No...it's nothing."
"Oh? Kid, are you trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?" The man raised a thick eyebrow slightly and said teasingly.
He loathed this kind of hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress behavior, so the next moment he raised his foot and kicked Yang Feng.
As a result, Yang Feng's expression turned cold. He gently raised his hand, grabbed the man's foot, and pushed him away, sending him crashing heavily to the floor.
"Ah..." The man fell to the floor, his face contorted in pain, which only added to his ugliness.
The next moment, people stood up from his original seat, around him, and around him. Upon closer inspection, there were about six people.
"So he's a trained fighter, no wonder he dares to act so arrogantly!" one of the men said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding passengers immediately understood; it turned out that all the people sitting next to the man were their own.
No wonder the passengers next to him didn't stop him; they were all in cahoots.
"Whether someone is arrogant or not is not for you to decide. I think your friend is the real arrogance," Yang Feng said with a slight shrug.
"Hehe, sorry, but we really do have the right to be arrogant."
One of the men, with long, flowing hair, suddenly pulled out a small, black pistol from his person, pointed it at Yang Feng, and said with a slight smirk.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding passengers were immediately shocked, and one of them shouted out.
"That's a pistol?!"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone, including the passenger who had spoken, was filled with disbelief. How had they managed to bring a handgun onto the space shuttle?
"Excuse me, my friend from China, you're really unlucky. Actually, we're here to hijack the plane!"
As he spoke, the long-haired man suddenly pulled the trigger, and a golden bullet shot out, turning into a sharp streak of light.
Yang Feng frowned, turned around and dodged the bullet, then took the flight attendant and hid behind a chair.
The passengers in economy class immediately became agitated, screaming and hiding under their seats in fear.
These passengers had never witnessed a hijacking before, not even in the news, and yet they had stumbled upon one – their luck was truly terrible.
"Quiet down, all of you. If you make any noise, I'll shoot you on the spot." The long-haired man spoke coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in economy class fell silent.
"Hey kid, get out here right now, or I'll just shoot and kill one of your Chinese passengers right here."
The man who had been pushed away by Yang Feng staggered to his feet, his face extremely pale. He pointed a pistol at one of the male passengers and shouted loudly.
"Ah! No...don't kill me!" The male passenger was so frightened when he saw a gun pointed at him that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he cried out.
Yang Feng's expression was slightly cold. It turned out those people weren't Chinese, but foreigners. He then turned to the trembling flight attendant beside him and said indifferently:
"You stay here and don't come out, or you'll only hold me back."
"No... I'm scared, please don't go, okay?" The flight attendant grabbed Yang Feng with both hands and said pitifully.
However, Yang Feng simply pushed her hands away, turned around and stood up, walking straight towards them without the slightest fluctuation on his face, as calm as an ancient well.
In reality, the bullets from the pistol no longer posed much of a threat to him; in his eyes, it was nothing more than a toy gun.
The flight attendant leaned out slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with emotion as she looked at Yang Feng's back, feeling a great deal of respect for him.
How could someone like this face terrorists without any fear?
She went there for someone who had nothing to do with her.
He truly admired this kind of man.
"You want to be a hero, huh? Today you're going to die!" The man quickly pulled the trigger, and several sharp bullets flew out.
"Just a little trick," Yang Feng said casually, raising his hand to send out several silver needles that blocked all the bullets. Just as the last silver needle was left in mid-air, it pierced directly into the man's body.
Before he could react, his body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes bulging as he died with his eyes wide open.