Under the age of twenty, he was so composed that his every move gave a great sense of security.
The chief stewardess had never understood why some women always liked much younger men. Now she suddenly understood.
"There's fog over the airport, we can't land!"
The pilot, seeing the airport shrouded in a thin layer of fog, hurriedly informed Xia Hongmian.
"Move aside!"
It was the dark mist that appeared when rule pollution occurred, but Xia Hongmian didn't care at all and wanted to pilot the passenger plane herself.
...
At the tower, Zhao Zongshao briefed Lin Baici on the situation and hung up. He immediately connected with his subordinates' headsets and gave them a mouthful.
"All of you are useless, move it!"
"If you can't purify this rule pollution within half an hour, you'll all be in closed training for the next three months!"
The middle-aged man had a scar on his brow, which twisted in anger like a crawling centipede.