"Fine, let's go. One more person won't matter."
Feng Shan sighed in resignation. Since things were already like this, he'd just bring him along. He couldn't be bothered to argue any further.
With that, he led the way out of the camp.
...
The group arrived at the airport.
The P750 aircraft was already parked quietly on the runway.
Everyone boarded the plane and found their seats. After they were settled, Yves got busy running the plane's system self-check.
As Yves monitored the data from the system self-check, he took a moment to turn and ask Feng Shan.
"Boss, are we flying to Fairbanks International Airport? Did you book our tickets from there ahead of time?"
Plane tickets?
What plane tickets?
When Feng Shan heard this, he was instantly baffled.
"What? We're flying our own plane to Texas. Why would we need tickets?"
WHAT!
When Yves and Director Roland heard this, their eyes went wide in unison. They stared at Feng Shan in utter disbelief, as if looking at an alien.
