"Brother Zhan, this is the last letter Brother Tian left for you!"

Yang Zhan's eyes were blood red as he stared at the contents of the letter. His chest was heaving as if he had gone mad.

He restrained his tears.

The last sentence in the letter was to help me take good care of Wan'er.

"Let's fight!"

A roar resounded through the sky.

On that day, the wind blew and the clouds surged, and blood flowed like a river.

Countless bullets brushed past each other just to take the enemy's head.

The battle was successful.

The enemy was furious. Among the tens of thousands of people, the blood-red figure seemed to enter a realm of no one. Who could stop him?

The battle was over. The enemy was all dead, and no one survived.

The next day, Yang Zhan boarded the flight back to Yun City.

In her mottled hand was a vague photo.

In the photo, the little girl in the floral skirt was smiling like a flower. Her lovely appearance was adorable.

"Wan'er, don't panic. I'm coming."

He muttered to himself, put the photo back in his arms, closed his eyes, and rested.

However, an angry rebuke from the front seat resounded through the entire stadium.

"You're shameless, aren't you? I asked you to lick it clean, didn't I? Understand?"

Qian Hao looked at the old man in front of him with a sneer and pointed at a shallow footprint on his leather shoes.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose. Can't I clean it for you?"

The old man was terrified. He took out a tissue and was about to squat down to wipe his shoes.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? lick it clean."

The arrogant voice was still heard. Many people frowned and stared at Qian Hao.

Qian Hao seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and sneered. "What are you looking at? I'm Qian Hao from the Qian Family in Yun City."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and lowered their heads, not daring to look straight at him.

The Qian Family was a big shot with a reputation in Yun City. With a stamp of their feet, the whole Yun City would shake.

Qian Hao was the only son of the Qian Family. He was arrogant and overbearing, and no one dared to provoke him.

When the old man heard this, he knelt on the ground with a thud and his body swayed. "Young Master Qian, I'm sorry, I... I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was about to bow down.

"Grandpa, don't do this."

A pleasant voice came from Zhang Yun, who was wearing an aircraft suit and had a pink face. She quickly stepped forward and helped the old man up.

When Qian Hao saw it, he immediately smiled.

"Oh, there is such a guy?"

With a trace of filth in his eyes, he reached out to touch Zhang Yun's face.

"Pervert."

"Pa!"

A loud slap resounded in everyone's ears, and everyone looked at Zhang Yun with their mouths agape.

"It's over!"

How dare she hit the young master of the Qian Family? The days of the flight attendant had come to an end.

Qian Hao was also stunned by this slap, and he was stunned for a few seconds.

But then, her face turned red. "B*tch, how dare you hit me?"

He raised his hand and shouted at Zhang Yun's pretty face.

Zhang Yun subconsciously turned her head.

However, he didn't slap her.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

"You disturbed my sleep."

Yang Zhan frowned and looked at Qian Hao coldly.

"Let go of me!"

Qian Hao's wrist was grabbed tightly, and his face was as red as a pig's liver.

He wanted to pull his hand out, but the other party was too strong.

"Young Master."

Suddenly, the bodyguard in black stood up, and one of them clenched his fist and hit Yang Zhan in the face.

He reached out and grabbed the incoming fist in his hand.

"You dog claw, it's fine if you don't want it!"

He squeezed his fingers hard, and the crisp sound of bones cracking made everyone feel goosebumps all over the ground.

"Ah!"

The bodyguard screamed and his hand bones were crushed.

"Whoever moves, I'll crush his bones."

They didn't say much, but none of the bodyguards dared to move.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you touch my people."

Qian Hao was furious and stared at the man in front of him.

"I don't need to know. Either go back and sit down, or, just like him," Yang Zhan said coldly.

Looking at the bodyguard whose hand bone had been crushed, Qian Hao endured it.

What's more, they were on the plane. If they got into a fight, something might happen.

"Okay, wait and see. After getting off the plane, if you can run, you're good!"

Yang Zhan did not answer and let go of his hand.

Qian Hao didn't continue to fight. He just took out the satellite phone and dialed.

"Dad, I was beaten on the plane. After getting off the plane, I want to see a hundred people waiting at the airport."

After saying that, Qian Hao hung up the phone and rubbed his painful wrist. He looked at Yang Zhan with a sneer and said, "I won't let you leave the airport alive. Don't worry."

Yang Zhan ignored him and just sat in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

Zhang Yun blushed and whispered, "Thank you."

Yang Zhan did not answer, but kept his eyes closed.

Zhang Yun curled her lips and thought, "Hum, it's so cold. There must be no girlfriend."

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Finally, his eyes fell on the old man and wiped the dust on his trousers.

"I'm fine. Thank you, little girl, and you, young man."

The old man's face was full of gratitude, but when he thought of the origin of Qian Hao, he couldn't help but be afraid.

Seeing that Yang Zhan did not panic at all and did not know how to speak, he could only let out a long sigh.

Three hours passed in an instant.

The plane landed steadily on the track until it stopped.

The cabin door had been opened, but no one left. They all stared at the scene outside the window, dumbfounded.

As far as the eye could see, the vacant space around the plane had been surrounded by the crowd.

All the people present were in awe of those straight figures.

The clothes on their bodies were glory.

Qian Hao took a deep breath and looked at the scene outside the window, his body trembling.

Was there a big shot on the plane?

"No, I must seize the opportunity. Even if I have to see him, even if I have to hold his hand."

Yang Zhan slowly got up, picked up his coat, and walked out step by step.

However, when Qian Hao saw Yang Zhan leaving, he shouted coldly, "Stop right there. Who let you go?"

Several bodyguards rushed forward and tried to catch Yang Zhan.

If this kind of trash blocked the way of that big shot and made him unable to make friends with him, wouldn't it be his responsibility?

However, Yang Zhan suddenly turned around and looked straight at the bodyguards.

"Kneel down!"

His voice was deafening, and his sharp eyes stared at the four bodyguards like knives.

"Plop!"

Several bodyguards knelt on the ground, with cold sweat dripping down their faces.

They couldn't even withstand a single glance from him.

Yang Zhan turned around and walked to the cabin door.

She slowly opened the coat in her hand and draped it over her shoulders.

The light golden coat made everyone on the plane stop breathing.

On the back of the coat, there was a big word "battle", which was as red as blood.

"A salute!"

With an angry roar, the tall and straight figures under the airport saluted one after another.

Yang Zhan also slowly raised his hand in return.

After the salute, she was about to get off the plane. She seemed to think of something and turned back.

He pointed at Qian Hao and said, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Then he got off the plane.

Seeing this, Qian Hao's body trembled and his pupils dilated.