Section 109 - No Winners

"909 is doomed!"

Chekhov Big Bear was thoroughly satisfied.

The "Big Mouth Monster," no longer sneaking around, swaggered away boldly.

Leaving behind an aircrew base like hell on earth.

In the rear seat of the cockpit, Chen Fei tore open a vacuum-packed bag that was still hot.

Inside was a plump pig's trotter. Kiss it, muah! And a big bite, chomp!

"What does it taste like?"

While piloting the aircraft, Chekhov sniffed hard and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Nothing... at all!"

Chen Fei mumbled, speaking against his conscience.

Poisoning in the dead of night, isn't that just normal procedure?

"No, you're lying to me, you're hogging it all to yourself, right? You can't eat alone, share half with me!"

Chekhov had gulped down a bellyful of Erguotou and was extremely hungry, immediately starting to make a fuss.

"No, keep dreaming!"