The crew members were having a tense and serious exchange with the man in sunglasses.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gu Ji noticed him quickly approaching. The bald policeman's gaze turned cold, and he decisively stepped forward to shield the pilot and others, while his right hand swiftly reached for his waist.
"Hey! Didn't I ask you to return to your seat? Don't come any closer, or I will take coercive measures against you!"
Upon hearing the warning, the passengers focused their attention once more.
Including the man in sunglasses, who also turned to glance at Gu Ji.
He looked to be in his thirties, with dark brown skin, a head of gelled curly hair, thin mustache forming an eight-character shape, a round face, a black shirt with a wide-open collar, and a strong scent of cologne, giving off a sleazy vibe.
But Gu Ji noticed something new—his left hand, hanging by his thigh, seemed to be gripping something, which he hadn't noticed in the previous round.
