The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

It's now!

"Foresight, Begin!"

The moment the foreigner spoke, Ji Bai activated [Final Destination].

boom!

A sudden, burning, tingling sensation erupted from the pineal gland between his eyebrows, as if an invisible gaze had pierced through the barrier of time.

The next second, Ji Bai suddenly opened his eyes.

He could still see the familiar cabin aisle, and Zhao Chuang next to him was already tense, standing sideways to block him.

"Whoever you are, please leave immediately!"

Zhao Chuang's face was full of solemnity.

Although he was physically strong, he was also quite intelligent.

How did the other party know that Ji Bai was on the plane?

Then why let the plane take off?

Something is wrong!

Something is very, very wrong!

The foreigner not only didn't leave, but his smile became even more amused.

"Zhao Chuang, a former special forces soldier, whose public identity is a boxing coach, am I right?"

"Let me introduce myself, Joe, a former All-American Underground Kickboxing champion."

As he spoke, he flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked.

"If you'd like to practice, I'd be happy to oblige!"

"We still have five hours of flight time, so we might as well just sit around doing nothing!"

Zhao Chuang's face darkened completely.

The underground black boxing gold belt holder is a ruthless character who has earned his title by stepping on human lives. There are no rules or restrictions, and every move is aimed at crippling or killing. His style is similar to the military combat techniques he has practiced, but even more ferocious.

If they really fought openly in the narrow passageway, he wouldn't gain any advantage.

But admitting defeat like that is not Zhao Chuang's style.

"Alright, let's practice then!"

Zhao Chuang suddenly stood up, took off his coat and threw it onto the seat. His taut muscles stretched the shirt into a sharp, angular shape, and his fierce aura instantly rose.

In the back row, Zhou Ling also became nervous.

Ji Bai, however, showed no sign of nervousness.

I'm just thinking.

The other party said the flight still had five hours left?

What does that mean?

Does this mean we'll land somewhere along the way?

Five hours... they're probably already in the Pacific Ocean.

Could it be a small island in the Pacific Ocean?

Someone wants to imprison him?

Just then, another tall foreigner walked over from the other end of the aisle, frowned, and patted Joe on the shoulder:

"Joe, you're too impatient!"

Joe chuckled, twisting his neck, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty excitement.

"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I've been wanting to experience Chinese kung fu for a long time."

Before the words were even finished, the two of them moved at the same time.

There are no fancy moves, only the most ruthless and deadly combat techniques.

Zhao Chuang threw a powerful straight punch straight at his opponent's face, the wind of the punch carrying a whooshing sound, but Qiao narrowly dodged it by sidestepping.

The opponent lowered his shoulder and delivered a vicious elbow strike to his ribs, the angle was tricky and insidious, completely in the style of underground boxing.

I don't care about looking good; I just want to cripple my opponent as quickly as possible.

In the narrow aisle, the two exchanged blows, their fists slamming into flesh with dull thuds, causing the seats to rattle and tremble.

Zhao Chuang's fighting style was straightforward and fierce, but Qiao was more experienced and cunning, targeting joints and weak points with sweeping kicks and knee strikes, each one carrying destructive force.

The surrounding passengers finally realized what was happening and immediately erupted in chaos.

"Hey! Stop fighting!"

"We'll shoot down the plane first!"

"Flight attendant! Where's the flight attendant?! Come quick and stop them!"

Several bold male passengers stood up, intending to step forward and break up the fight, but seeing the two men's fierce and menacing demeanor, they stopped in their tracks.

Just as the scene was in chaos, a foreigner dressed in casual clothes suddenly stood up in the middle of the economy class.

What's unusual is that this foreigner was holding a handgun.

"Please be quiet, everyone!"

"Congratulations everyone, you... have been kidnapped!"

There was a moment of deathly silence in the cabin, followed by terrified screams.

The cries of women and the shouts of children were chaotic. Some people tried to stand up in panic, but were held down tightly by those around them.

"Quiet!"

The man lowered the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the little girl in the front row.

"Those who don't want to die, shut up!"

"If anyone moves again, I'll kill them!"

The crowd quickly quieted down.

The passengers were deathly pale, covering their mouths tightly, their eyes filled with uncontrollable fear, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Chuang was distracted during the fight.

Joe seized the opening, suddenly lowered himself, and delivered a powerful kick to his chest.

"Bang!"

Zhao Chuang was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the armrest of the seat. He clutched his chest, curled up on the ground, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. He struggled several times but was unable to get up.

Joe clapped his hands, chuckled, and said, word by word in broken Chinese:

"Chinese Kung Fu is nothing special!"

However, just as Qiao finished speaking, his vision suddenly blurred.

A size 42 shoe sole rapidly magnified in his field of vision, moving so fast that he didn't even have time to raise his hand to block.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Qiao Jie took a solid kick to the face.

His head snapped back, his cervical spine cracked, and without uttering a sound, he fell straight down, instantly losing consciousness.

The entire audience was stunned.

The former underground boxing champion who had just beaten a professional boxer to a pulp was knocked out with a single kick?

When everyone saw who had made the move, they gasped in shock!

It turned out to be that gentle and quiet Eastern boy who had always sat by the window!

The boy didn't give them time to react.

Ji Bai kicked Qiao to the ground and, without pausing, rushed towards the armed robber like a blur.

The moment the other person turned the gun around and put their finger on the trigger, Ji Bai had already closed in.

With lightning speed, his left hand grabbed the wrist holding the gun, his right hand caught the elbow and twisted it in the opposite direction, while at the same time he turned to the side and swiftly tripped the opponent's lower body with a scissor kick.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a piercing scream.

The robber's right arm was twisted into an unnatural angle, and the pistol clattered to the ground on the carpet.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

The robber clutched his arm and knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he convulsed in pain.

too fast.

It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to pull the trigger before his entire arm was ruined.

Ji Bai bent down to pick up the pistol, casually patted off non-existent dust from his trouser leg, his movements nonchalant, as if he had just broken a chopstick rather than a human arm.

He originally wanted to observe for a while longer to see how many tricks these people had up their sleeves.

But then he thought, there are only three people, not enough for him to warm up.

Let's take it down first. If we want to know anything, we'll find out everything after an interrogation.

Zhao Chuang, who was clutching his chest on the ground, and Zhou Ling in the back row, were completely dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuang opened his mouth, but the pain in his chest prevented him from speaking, while a storm raged within him.

He was ordered to protect Ji Bai!

As a result, he was the one who was being protected, and he took down the fully armed robbers in no time by kicking one of them one by one.

Is this reasonable?

Zhou Ling was also stunned and stood there.

Just how many more surprises does this student Ji have that they don't know about?

Ji Bai ignored the two men. He gripped his gun and walked step by step toward the last foreigner standing in the aisle, who hadn't yet reacted.

The other person was deathly pale, and he retreated step by step, raising his hands high and repeatedly muttering, "Don't shoot."

Ji Bai raised the muzzle of his gun: "Tell me, who sent you? And what is your purpose?"

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

A child's voice, sweet and innocent yet unusually earnest, suddenly rang out behind Ji Bai:

"Don't move!"