Chapter 892: Chapter 892
At East Capital International Airport, a sleek Gulfstream V accelerated along the ground like a falcon, then lifted its nose and soared into the sky.
Unlike the long queues and waiting of commercial flights.
This private jet only made a brief stop at its exclusive apron, then took off directly from the runway.
With the dull roar of the engines, the plane pierced through the gray haze above East Capital, diving into the clear blue skies.
Once the aircraft steadied, the view outside the window transformed into a vast sea of clouds.
Fang Cheng sat in a soft, comfortable leather seat, retracting his gaze from the swiftly shrinking cityscape outside the window.
Then, he turned his attention to the cabin of this private jet, worthy of being called a "palace in the sky."
Unlike the cramped layout of commercial flights, this was more like an elegantly decorated luxurious living room.
Soft beige long-pile carpets, refined walnut paneling, and built-in wall lamps emitting a warm yellow glow.
The air was filled with a faint scent, a mix of leather and a kind of high-end aroma.
"Being wealthy is indeed great..."
Fang Cheng leaned back into the wide seat, savoring the perfect embrace, silently praising it in his heart.
No crowded terminals, no long waiting—this was the purest efficiency money could buy.
Across at an angle from Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao was quietly reading a thick hardcover book, its pages filled with unfamiliar foreign text.
Beside her, Bai Ling looked a bit uneasy, her nimble eyes curiously darting around.
Apparently, like Fang Cheng, she was also experiencing such a luxurious journey for the first time.
The reason Bai Ling was here was Lin Chuqiao’s decision after careful consideration.
Ever since that night when she talked with Fang Cheng and guessed that the Professor and Crow might be in trouble, this girl had been restless, immediately seeking the help of Lin Chuqiao, the team’s brain.
Upon learning the situation, Lin Chuqiao quickly took action, using her connections to buy intelligence and initiate a preliminary analysis.
Then she reached out to Fang Cheng to discuss a plan to conduct an on-site investigation in Tian Nan Province.
She originally intended to act alone with Fang Cheng, but could not resist Bai Ling’s insistence.
Considering Bai Ling’s disguise abilities might be useful in the investigation, she eventually agreed to her request to join.
As for the other two in the team, Big Hammer was engrossed at the gambling tables, and Monkey had returned home to visit the orphans of his fallen comrades. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ⓝovelFire.net
Lin Chuqiao and Bai Ling tactfully chose not to disturb the two, to spare them any unnecessary worries, as it wouldn’t help anyway.
Moreover, as Lin Chuqiao put it, having Fang Cheng as a forceful backup was enough to set their minds at ease.
Fang Cheng’s gaze briefly lingered on his two companions before turning back to the sea of clouds outside the window.
Just then, there was a ’click’ as the door to the front lounge unlocked and slid open with a gentle push.
A tall, brawny figure strode out, flanked by two flight attendants in elegant uniforms.
"Surprise! My good brother, are you surprised?!"
The newcomer was robust and wore a floral shirt, and it was the long-missed fitness coach, Pan Wendi.
He spread his arms wide, flashing an exaggeratedly bright smile, the muscles of his bronzed chest faintly visible beneath his open silk shirt.
"Pan Wendi, you’re a grown man, still playing these childish tricks."
Lin Chuqiao turned a page of her book without even looking up, her crisp voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.
She then closed the book and turned to Fang Cheng with an apologetic smile:
"I meant to tell you over the phone, but my cousin insisted on doing this as a welcoming ceremony."
Fang Cheng suddenly realized, then smiled as well.
So Lin Chuqiao’s "friend" who was going to Tian Nan Province for vacation was actually this guy.
No wonder he was puzzled earlier during boarding, wondering why only Lin Chuqiao and Bai Ling were traveling together, with no sign of the generous plane owner.
"It really is a surprise."
Fang Cheng stood up and shook hands with Pan Wendi.
Pan Wendi’s hand was broad and powerful, full of the marks of training.
Pan Wendi patted Fang Cheng’s shoulder with his other hand, his eyes brimming with undisguised excitement:
"Brother, ever since we got back from Yong’an Island, I’ve missed you like crazy!"
"If it weren’t for you at the time, my cousin and I would have probably been finished at the hands of those bastards from Noah Organization."
He smacked his lips, still seemingly immersed in the memory of that thrilling escape, wearing a proud expression.
"Hey, thinking back now, you took on hundreds of people alone and carved a bloody path to get us out..."
"That scene, wow, to this day I still dream about it. It was damn thrilling!"
After a pause, he added with some regret:
"When I got back to East Capital, I wanted to hang out with you right away, but my mom insisted I was ’traumatized’ and needed rest, kept me at home for over two months!"
Pan Wendi looked disgruntled and even flexed his biceps for emphasis, the solid contours nearly bursting out of his shirt.
"Look at me, does it look like I need to recuperate?"
"I’m telling you, these two months at home weren’t idle; I’ve been lifting weights every day, and I feel even stronger than before!"
He’s still the same as ever, once he starts talking, he can’t stop.
Fang Cheng listened, a faint smile playing on his lips.