I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 679 - 476: Heaven’s Retribution

Xia Liang heard the captain, but he paid him no mind, steering the plane directly toward the cumulonimbus cloud.

"What would you do?" he asked flatly, his voice carrying through the microphone to the captain’s headset.

Hearing Xia Liang’s question, the captain fell silent. He was the captain of this plane. In a situation like this, he should have been the one to take immediate action. But now that it had come to this, facing such perilous circumstances, what would he do? He didn’t know how to answer.

If Xia Liang weren’t here... I probably would have made the same choice.

Going around was certain death. Plunging directly into the cumulonimbus cloud offered an over fifty-percent chance of survival, but it was a chance for *everyone* to live. Xia Liang had to make a choice, and this was the path he took.

By the time he made his decision, the aircraft had already entered the dense clouds, struggling to push forward. Communications were immediately cut off. The massive electromagnetic interference jammed their radio completely, severing all contact with the ground. In other words, in this entire sky, their survival depended solely on Xia Liang’s control. The ground could no longer provide any information or guidance.

The moment they entered the cumulonimbus, the fuselage began to shake violently.

The aircraft was becoming unstable. Sensing the vibrations and seeing the data on the instrument panel, Xia Liang knew that his worst fears were coming true. The conditions inside the cloud were extremely complex. The constantly changing wind direction was beginning to throw off the plane’s balance...

Is this a downdraft?

Observing the changes in the environment and the plane’s instability, Xia Liang assessed the severity of the situation. A smile touched the corner of his mouth. He was ready for a challenge. If they continued like this, the air currents would rip the plane apart, flipping its nose over. At that point, there would be zero chance of survival for anyone. Of course, Xia Liang wasn’t worried about such things. At worst, he could just defy fate again.

So now, Xia Liang wanted to test out his God-level Driving skill. If the airflow was downward, then he would follow it. Flying with the current would at least keep the plane from being torn to shreds.

The co-pilot had slowly regained consciousness. He looked up, bewildered by the violent turbulence, and glanced outside.

Am I dreaming? Or have I already gone to heaven?

Seeing the lightning flashing outside as the plane flew at a downward angle, the co-pilot felt as if he were in a dream. The captain kept his eyes on their surroundings, not interfering with Xia Liang’s decisions. At a time like this, all they could do was trust the pilot’s judgment. Saying anything might cause him to make a fatal error.

Xia Liang was making a gamble. The stakes were enormous: the lives of over one hundred people on board. And his opponent was a peculiar one. That guy was called the God of Death.

The current altitude was 5,500 meters, already below the safe threshold. Five minutes of oxygen remained. At this altitude, normal breathing was impossible.

After re-evaluating the entire situation and deciding on a course of action, Xia Liang continued to fly with the current. Their speed was 700 kilometers per hour, and they were descending at 3,000 meters per minute at a thirty-degree angle. Every second was critical. A single misstep would lead to only one outcome: crashing into a mountain, destroying the plane.

Xia Liang could no longer hear a thing; the roar of the wind vanished. All he could see was the time, his surroundings, and the path ahead.

With adrenaline surging, Xia Liang’s mind raced, his eyes flicking constantly to the altitude and other readings. The slightest distraction at this moment could obliterate the entire aircraft. This was a high-stakes game, a contest against the God of Death.

Finally, under Xia Liang’s high-intensity piloting, they burst out of the cumulonimbus cloud. They had escaped the thunderstorm and returned to clear skies.

"We’re out! We made it!" the captain shouted, ecstatic.

In contrast, Xia Liang was even more focused, his expression taut as he stared at the view ahead and the instrument panel. When he saw the plane’s altitude drop to 3,000 meters, he abruptly pulled the nose up, changing the plane’s trajectory from a dive to a climb.

"Get up!"

Xia Liang yanked back on the control yoke with all his might. The normal angle of attack for a passenger jet is within ten degrees. If he forcibly exceeded that conventional angle, the airflow over the wings would separate. The drastic pressure difference would cause the plane to stall. Put simply, if Xia Liang failed to execute this rapid ascent, the plane would fall apart. If he didn’t ascend, the plane would crash into the mountain.

The situation was simple, leaving Xia Liang with only one option: he had to succeed, no matter the cost.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Liang kept pulling back on the control yoke. Immense resistance fought his every move. The captain and co-pilot beside him wanted to help, but their injuries left them unable to exert any force. Fortunately, with Xia Liang’s added effort, the plane’s nose slowly began to lift.

At that exact moment, through the main cockpit windshield, they saw what was directly ahead: an imposing mountain, standing tall just a few hundred meters away.

The plane skimmed over the peak with only a dozen or so meters to spare.

The violent shaking continued for another moment, then ceased. The plane fell into a peaceful silence, finally stable and back in normal flight.