Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Qi Yuhao still didn't understand what had happened.

Qi Yuhao hadn't said anything while occupying the aisle; they were all on the same side, so he figured Mule probably had something to discuss with Brother Han, and there was no need to rush him. He could just wait.

When he heard Qi Yuhao say he wanted to switch seats with Xiaobai, his eyebrows immediately shot up. He reached out and pushed Qi Yuhao's shoulder toward the back of the cabin, "Hurry up, hurry up, move to the back, the plane is about to take off."

Qi Yuhao stumbled forward half a step as he was pushed, but he still clung to Han Che's seat back with one hand. "Ah...ah? Wait a minute, I..."

He wanted to turn around and say something, but the mule's thrust did not lessen, and he was pushed half a step towards the rear of the cabin.

Suddenly, Wang Kuo, who was in front of Qi Yuhao in line, took two steps back, grabbed Qi Yuhao's arm, and said, "Hey! Young Master Qi, I happen to have a few questions I want to ask you! Come on! Let's have a good chat!"

Qi Yuhao was pushed from behind by the mule and pulled from the side by Wang Kuo to the back of the cabin. His voice could still be heard saying "Wait a minute" as he left, but it was quickly drowned out by other sounds in the cabin.

Old Zhou was at the very back of the line. He happened to see the whole scene when he boarded the plane, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

As he passed Han Che's seat, he patted Han Che on the shoulder and said, "Keep it up, Han-ge! Everyone has high hopes for you!"

Then he continued walking towards his seat.

Han Che sat in his seat, tilting his head to look at Lao Zhou's back, his face full of question marks.

He didn't quite understand why Lao Zhou, who was much older than him, called him Brother Han. But he didn't think about it too much. The cabin lights were already dimming, and the plane was preparing for takeoff.

This was Han Che's first time on an airplane.

Han Che used to work in a city more than a thousand kilometers away from his hometown, but he still never took a plane, because it was too expensive.

My hometown is still a county town without an airport. It's quite a hassle to transfer by bus from a city with an airport.

So he always travels by train, and even those trains have to start with the letter K, because the county doesn't even have a high-speed rail station.

Since it was a private jet, including the crew and a few government officials in black who were responsible for security, there were only about twenty people on board.

The period before the plane took off was longer than Han Che had anticipated.

After the crew announced over the loudspeaker that everyone should turn off their electronic devices and fasten their seatbelts, the cabin lights dimmed a bit. He sat in his seat and felt the fuselage begin to move slowly, and the vibrations from the wheels rolling on the ground came up from under the seat.

The window shades were required to be lowered before takeoff, supposedly because the military facilities outside were not allowed to be seen during takeoff and landing. Han Che could not see the scenery outside the window and could only judge what the plane was doing by feeling the acceleration and turning.

The aircraft turned left and right, its speed varying. Several times he felt the aircraft accelerating, thinking it was finally about to take off, but then it would turn again, and the acceleration would abruptly stop.

Han Che gripped the armrests on both sides, his fingers repeatedly tightening and loosening. He didn't know how long this process would last, nor did he know when the real moment of takeoff would arrive.

Han Che had faced many situations in Tide Prison where he couldn't judge the circumstances, but at least he had weapons and room to react.

At this moment, he was strapped into a seat, unable to see anything outside. Every sway he felt could indicate takeoff or it could just be another directional adjustment. This uncertainty made his breathing erratic.

Xiao Bai noticed Han Che's unusual behavior and glanced at him sideways.

Looking at Han Che's nervous expression, she actually found him somewhat adorable at that moment.

A person who could fight a map boss and face the encirclement of several fully equipped teams without flinching was now so nervous.

As the noise of the aircraft engines grew louder, the plane began to accelerate.

Han Che took a deep breath, gripping the armrest tightly, his veins bulging.

Then a light, warm touch covered the back of his hand, which was gripping the armrest tightly.

Han Che suddenly felt inexplicably at ease.

As the roar of the plane's engines grew louder and louder, it was finally time for takeoff.

The force pressed Han Che against the back of the seat, his head pressed against the headrest, and his eyes involuntarily squinted.

The seat pushed Han Che's back hard, and then the plane took off. The feeling of weightlessness the moment the tires left the ground made Han Che's heart tighten.

The warmth from the back of his hand gripped him just right, giving him a sense of security.

After climbing for some time, the aircraft finally entered a stable flight state, and the attitude of the fuselage stabilized, with no more significant tilting.

Only then did Han Che breathe a sigh of relief and speak, "Thank you, I'm sorry you had to see this." Han Che turned to Xiao Bai and said.

Xiao Bai slowly withdrew her hand, smiled slightly, and asked, "First time on an airplane?"

Han Che nodded, "Yes, it's my first time. I didn't expect it to be so exciting."

Xiao Bai chuckled, "Because this is a small plane. The takeoff of a small plane feels much bumpier compared to a large commercial airliner."

"Especially during takeoff, climb, and landing, the feeling of weightlessness is much stronger than on a large passenger plane."

Han Che felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone has a first time. Take it slow," Xiaobai comforted her.

Han Che was stunned for a moment; he seemed to have never paid attention to this before.

It was only at this moment that I suddenly realized how gentle Xiaobai's smile was.

My heart felt like it skipped two beats.

……

Longcheng is not far from China; it only takes three or four hours by plane.

Han Che was a little nervous when the plane landed, but compared to the uncertainty he felt during takeoff, the impact of the landing gear hitting the ground wasn't so scary.

However, after landing, the thing Han Che disliked the most still happened.

Although the United Nations sent a special team to pick them up at the airport and gave them a very warm welcome, they still had to take another bus to their destination.

Han Che looked out the car window at the unfamiliar scenery. All along the way were low mud houses, and the car kicked up dust as it drove by.

Han Che didn't know how much time had passed; perhaps because the journey was too bumpy, it felt like it took longer than the time on the plane.

Gradually, she fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found himself leaning against Xiaobai, who was also asleep.

Looking out the car window, in the distance, a towering skyscraper rises into the sky, its glass curtain wall reflecting the sunlight, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding low, earthen-yellow buildings.

Han Che's pupils shrank sharply. How could this be?

Han Che called the system to confirm, "System, am I still in the player world?"

[Host, you are still in the player world]

Han Che's heart sank, because he was too familiar with this tower. He had been killed there a few days ago and had just come out of there.

That's clearly the headquarters of the Hafk Group, the Tower of Babel!