"You got it!"
Da Xiong excitedly packed the rocket launcher into a black gun bag. Before he could even start loading the ammunition, Wei Wu smacked him on the back of the head.
"What the hell are you doing? Think you're going to rob all the banks in Zurich?"
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Wu Yun's private jet landed directly at Zurich International Airport.
After a reminder from two flight attendants, everyone put on their jackets.
The moment he stepped out of the cabin, Wu Yun felt a cool breeze. The temperature felt like it was in the teens Celsius, very comfortable.
"Ah, we're finally here." Bai Yue stretched languidly. This was her first time traveling abroad. She never expected to be on a plane for so long—oh, wait, she'd been lying down comfortably the whole way.
Qi Fei tickled the sliver of pale, smooth skin Bai Yue exposed as she stretched, immediately drawing a delicate laugh from her. "Hey! That tickles!"
