Lin Fei and Xue Mei were on a flight from Manzhou to Mo Country.
Economy class.
"You're a sky marshal, right? Think of something fast!"
The young woman sitting next to Lin Fei, who wore large sunglasses and a mask and possessed a voice as beautiful as the sirens, suspected to be a beauty in disguise, had just managed to calm down after witnessing the hijackers threaten and shoot passengers in economy class. Recalling that Lin Fei had approached her, claiming to be an aviation inspector and a sky marshal, she quickly tugged at Lin Fei's sleeve and whispered desperately for help.
"Who told you I was a sky marshal?!"
"You did, remember?!"
Compared to Lin Fei's surprise, the disguised beauty with the melodious voice seemed to be even more astonished.
"Please, that was just a pickup line, okay."
With the woman's reminder, Lin Fei also recalled his ruse. However, it was clear that the identity of a sky marshal did not suit Lin Fei at all.
