"Father!" Zhang Yingxi wanted to grab Zhang Shixiong.
The plane had been severely damaged and had begun to shake violently; the broken cabin was being flooded with powerful airstreams, to the point where even a flight attendant was swept outside, becoming a literal human in flight.
Various items from within the cabin were flying around chaotically, turning into equally lethal projectiles. Zhang Yingxi was buckled in with her seatbelt; now she gripped it tightly, her face deathly pale.
At this moment, Zhang Shixiong still managed to keep a certain level of composure, and he yelled to his daughter, "There is a parachute under the seat!"
But even if they put on the parachutes, it would be very difficult to jump out accurately through the hole.
The plane's descent became even more erratic, the powerful twisting force leaving the survivors inside the cabin completely unable to do anything.
