A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1708 - 372: When One Ascends, All Rise (Twenty-Second Update)

Mingyue watched the scenery outside the window from low to high, her mood gradually calming down, and closed her eyes for a rest.

Mingyue had a short dream and woke up suddenly.

"Miss, what’s wrong?" Uncle Lau asked concernedly.

Mingyue pursed her lips: "It’s nothing...."

She dreamed that the Miss was angry about her leaving without telling, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly and rubbed her forehead. Oh Miss, this journey is fraught with danger, how can I involve you?

Mingyue was really not used to the airplane lunch, she only drank a few mouthfuls of water, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the economy class, the attendants were distributing lunch to the passengers.

"Sir, enjoy your meal." The sweet attendant respectfully handed over the lunch box, and as the man received it, he suddenly took the chance to grab the attendant’s hand, leeringly saying, "Such tender hands, how about you feed me?"

Having encountered such situations many times, the flight attendant was not overly shocked, maintaining a graceful and polite smile: "Sir, please have some self-respect."

This, however, thoroughly enraged the man, his expression suddenly turned cold, "You rotten bitch, who do you think you are? If I fancy you, I’m doing you a favor."

Seeing he was serious, the flight attendant became somewhat flustered but still forcibly calmed herself: "Please note, sir, this is an airplane, and loud shouting is prohibited."

"What does it matter if I shout?" he said and suddenly pulled out a gun, pointing it at the attendant’s forehead, making her face turn pale with fear.

Seeing the gun in the man’s hand, the whole cabin fell into chaos. The man glanced at the cabin and sneered: "Scared?"

Four men stood up in the cabin simultaneously, three had foreign faces, and one had an Asian face. The four pulled out guns and walked towards the man, whistling. The air marshal rushed over upon hearing the commotion but was shot dead by the young man with yellow hair.

The gunshots and the dead body threw the cabin passengers into a complete panic.

At last, the flight attendant realized what was happening — they had encountered a hijacking... How unlucky she was...

The one called Boss sneered, tapping the gun against the attendant’s forehead: "What do you say? I’m giving you a break."

Terrified, the flight attendant couldn’t get a word out.

"Go on, one person per cabin. Lao San, go control the cockpit."

Boss casually grabbed a seven or eight-year-old boy and hoisted him under his arm. The boy began to cry, and his parents knelt on the floor pleading for mercy. Boss sneered coldly and kicked the woman kneeling before him.

With the gun against the boy’s forehead, he said: "If you keep crying, I’ll shoot you right now."

The boy sobbed but dared not continue crying, tears silently streamed down his face.

Contact was cut with the tower, and this plane began to deviate from its intended flight path.

Someone barged in, holding the attendant hostage, and the first-class passengers began to riot.

Disrupted from her sleep, Mingyue irritably furrowed her brow.

Uncle Lau turned his head and glanced, saying calmly: "Very unlucky, we’ve come across a hijacking."

Mingyue’s eyebrows slightly raised.

The man with yellow hair scanned the faces and upon seeing a woman with a child in her arms, he immediately released the attendant and walked over, grabbing the child into his own arms. The child’s mother was stylishly and expensively dressed, and she was momentarily shocked, "My child...."

The man with yellow hair pointed the gun at her forehead: "Are you looking to die?"

The woman immediately froze.

The little girl cried out in terror, and the man with yellow hair shouted: "Why are you crying? Shut up."

The girl instantly pouted, not daring to continue crying loudly.

"Put down the child in your arms." A cold voice suddenly echoed, floating clearly in everyone’s ears, like a snowstorm in midwinter, chilling to the bone.

The man with yellow hair followed the voice to see a mysterious figure completely shrouded in a black cloak, "Who the hell are you? Do you want to die?"

As soon as the words fell, he aimed his gun at the person, ready for a headshot.

The person’s finger suddenly lifted, and just like that, the gun in the man with yellow hair’s hand flew off. Before he could react, he was easily subdued by the man sitting beside the mysterious figure, who broke his limbs, leaving him limp on the ground.

All of it happened in a flash, and as these people processed what happened, they immediately directed eyes full of excitement and admiration at the mysterious figure in the black cloak.

"Baby Girl..." The wealthy woman tightly hugged the little girl and turned her head to gratefully say to Mingyue: "Thank you, you are our savior...."

Uncle Lau coolly said: "No need for thanks, ma’am."

The wealthy woman couldn’t help but glance at that figure that remained silent from start to end; that move just now was too miraculous.