N-A-A Chapter 39 A Treacherous Idea
Chapter 39 A Treacherous Idea
"Oh, you're Xiao Hu's friend. This way, come with me."
Upon hearing Hu Haiwang's name, Master Liu immediately became enthusiastic and even led him all the way to the plane.
"This is the plane. It will take off soon. You can go in and sit down."
"Okay, thank you, Master Liu."
Zhuge Yan nodded, and after watching Master Liu leave, he began to look around.
According to the divination, his bloodshed and misfortune correspond to this airplane.
If it were a bomb, the person who wanted him dead would definitely hide somewhere with a view of the plane and personally confirm that he boarded.
Don't act until you see the benefits; this is the most basic form of patience.
Thinking of this, Zhuge Yan also subtly glanced around the helipad.
Across from the runway is a hangar, with rows of old tires and discarded propeller blades piled up against the hangar wall, making it the most suitable hiding place on this open space.
He didn't look directly in that direction, but merely glanced sideways, using the morning light to steal a glimpse from the corner of his eye.
Then he saw it.
The three men stood in the shadows of the hangar, staring unabashedly in the direction of the boarding gate.
The middle-aged man standing at the front was thin with high cheekbones. His eyes were fixed on the tarmac with a sinister look, and a faint smile played on his lips.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, Zhuge Yan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
"So it was him..."
Yuan Jingui, nicknamed "Changming Yegan," is a troublemaker who stirs up trouble everywhere.
Clearly, taking advantage of the fact that the two had never met before, this guy had no intention of concealing his figure at all.
He stood there so openly in the shadows, like an old cat crouching in a tree, waiting for a hare to run into his trap.
Even when her eyes met Zhuge Yan's, she smiled at him as if nothing had happened.
Unfortunately, it is true that Zhuge Yan had never seen Yuan Jingui in person before.
Unfortunately, he was really impressed by this guy's "image"~
"They really are from Quanxing... These guys are like a hornet's nest; killing one is like stirring up the whole hornet's nest."
Although I really wanted to take care of these guys right now, the plane was about to take off.
In addition, there are too many people around, making it inconvenient for him to use his methods.
After thinking for a moment, a fun "idea" suddenly popped into Zhuge Yan's mind.
He paused for a moment at the boarding gate, then continued walking steadily without any sign of abnormality.
Since Yuan Jingui wanted to personally confirm his boarding, it meant that their method was most likely a bomb planted on the plane beforehand.
Remote-controlled bombs were relatively rare in this era, so it's unlikely that the Quanxing gang of peasants could get their hands on anything high-end.
Therefore, according to Zhuge Yan's estimation, the bombs on the plane were most likely timed.
The aircraft engines began to warm up, and the propellers slowly started to turn, emitting a deep roar that grew faster and louder.
Ground staff gestured that it was time to board.
He glanced back just before stepping into the cabin.
Yuan Jingui was still standing in the shadow of the hangar, the smile on his lips even deeper than before.
Zhuge Yan turned around, lowered his head, and placed one foot on the cabin door sill.
When the central palace is fixed, the Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination) appears.
Ten meters... fifty meters... one hundred meters...
Zhuge Yan only stopped spreading the Qimen formation beneath his feet when it silently enveloped Yuan Jingui and the other two in the distance.
For a warlock, knowing there are bombs on the plane, finding their location isn't too difficult.
Soon, he discovered a homemade time bomb in a hidden corner.
With the abilities of an extraordinary person, it would be incredibly easy to plant a bomb on an airplane without the knowledge of all security personnel.
However, after discovering his "calamity," Zhuge Yan did not immediately choose to destroy it.
He just smiled slightly, and a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Eight Gates, move!"
As soon as Zhuge Yan had a thought, a black hole silently appeared and swallowed the bomb in his hand.
"Done!"
After doing all this, Zhuge Yan stretched and then sat back down in his seat with a contented expression.
The roar of the aircraft engines gradually increased, and the propellers churned the air, stirring up dust from the runway.
The silver-gray iron bird began to accelerate, gliding along the runway faster and faster, until finally its nose lifted, effortlessly breaking free from gravity.
In the shadow of the hangar, Yuan Jingui crossed his arms, a smug grin spreading across his face, his eyes fixed on the climbing plane, as if he could already see it transform into a dazzling fireball.
The fat man, Old Liu, who was in charge of the explosives next to him, rubbed his hands together excitedly, his fat face scrunched up, and muttered under his breath:
"Almost there, almost there..."
Another companion craned his neck, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation.
However, ten seconds passed...
Thirty seconds have passed...
The plane has climbed to a sufficient altitude and is flying steadily towards the southeast.
However, the "fireworks" that the three had envisioned never bloomed.
The plane did not explode; instead, it flew more and more steadily and farther away, rapidly shrinking in the field of vision until it became an almost invisible black dot on the horizon, completely merging into the clouds.
The air in front of the hangar seemed to freeze.
The fat man's excitement froze, turning into an incredulous blank stare.
The other Quanxing also had his mouth open, his eyes filled with confusion.
Yuan Jingui's smile froze at first, then gradually collapsed, and finally became completely distorted.
He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the fat man next to him who was in charge of the explosives, the veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms.
"damn it!!!"
A suppressed roar of rage suddenly erupted, shattering the morning silence and startling several sparrows nearby into flight.
Yuan Jingui strode up to the fat man, his spittle almost landing on the man's face:
"Old Liu! What the hell kind of crap have you gotten your hands on?! Huh?!!"
I spent so much money! You can pat your chest and guarantee me it will be foolproof!
And the result? A dud? Huh?!
You're telling me that thing was a dud?!
He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his finger almost poked the fat man's nose.
"I think you're a fucking dud! Useless! You can't even handle a homemade bomb!"
You've completely disgraced the entire sect! Are you still not going to avenge Brother Gu Yan?!
The fat man was scolded until his face turned red, and he looked as aggrieved as a 200-pound child. He shrank his neck and his voice was trembling with tears.