Gao Yi never knew that private jets could be as large as a Boeing 777.
He had always assumed that private jets were the small types like Bombardier or Gulfstream, but the literal meaning of private jet made it very clear—it's just a plane for personal use, size doesn't matter.
Ultra-luxurious planes, ultra-luxurious treatment.
Without any hindrance, without any waves, he simply and easily returned to the United States.
It seemed as if he had been forgotten, but he had to say the feeling was really pleasant.
But he didn't know if Abdulla would become furious after finding out Gao Yi stood him up, whether he would send someone after Gao Yi to kill him.
Carrying ten million dollars in cash, along with a 55 purchased for ten million, it was a pity that Feng Biao's guns couldn't be brought along, and his equipment was worth about two hundred thousand dollars.
But that was a loss Feng Biao would have to bear.
Even more distressing for Feng Biao, though, was yet to come.