The white man had no choice but to follow Lin Fan into the lounge. He didn't want to go against Lin Fan; in any other place, he wouldn't even give Lin Fan a second glance, given Lin Fan's shabby appearance from economy class. But now, on this plane, he didn't dare to provoke Lin Fan.
They all witnessed how Lin Fan dealt with those two death warriors. On this airplane, Lin Fan had undoubtedly become the ruler.
"Sit." Lin Fan pointed to a chair in the lounge.
The white man walked over and glanced at the corner next to him, where three bodies were sitting, even though they were covered, it was still quite terrifying.
The white man trembled a bit and sat down with a stiff upper lip, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
"Your name is Simon?" Lin Fan asked.
