Chūnōmura Hitoshi felt in high spirits, pouring the previous bottle of red wine among his team members while opening a newer, more premium one himself. After a few sips, he felt a bit drowsy, yet this mild buzz did nothing to dampen his good mood—so he promptly filled his glass again. Raising the glass diagonally, letting the sunlight streaming through the side window illuminate the side of the cup, he narrowed his eyes. He had long since mastered the European method of evaluating red wine, yet he still couldn’t quite grasp what truly made a good wine—his only clear criterion remained price. "Something's wrong, Mr. Chūnōmura! There's an emergency!" the captain's urgent voice came through the speaker. Startled, he dropped his glass, sending a bottle worth over ten thousand dollars of red wine straight onto the carpet. "What now? Are you being dramatic? Didn’t we just reach open sea? What could possibly go wrong?" "He said with a hint of displeasure. "Captain, could you please have Mr. Nakamura come to the cockpit again? We've just spotted an aircraft on our right side and it wants to communicate with you!" On the right side—there was an aircraft. He quickly turned around and immediately saw one, just a few tens of meters away, with every detail of the other aircraft clearly visible. That aircraft was significantly larger than the one he was currently on. Mr. Nakamura stepped toward the cockpit and asked in a steady tone, "What's going on? Why has another aircraft suddenly appeared beside us?" "I don't know either—our aircraft appeared out of nowhere from behind." "The aircraft should be equipped with the most advanced radar systems, so why couldn't it detect this one?" he grew increasingly frustrated. The co-pilot complained, "We've been wondering about this too. According to our expectations, we should have detected it when it was 200 kilometers away. I think the aircraft must have approached from the side, or perhaps it had been circling at high altitude, only descending to make its final approach when we arrived. Since the distance was initially so close, it was right within the radar's blind spot, which is why we didn't notice it at all!" "Who exactly are they?" asked Masamura Jun-nan again. The captain shook his head and handed over the headset, saying, "Someone who can directly mention your name—either a close friend or a rival!" Masamura Jun-nan was half-doubtful. When he picked up the headset and spoke, he said, "This is Masamura Jun-nan. May I ask, who are you? Are we friends?" "I don't have any friends from the Sun Country, Masamura-san. My name is Qin Feng!" With Qin Feng's voice coming through the headset, Masamura's tall figure from the Sun Country began to tremble—indeed, it was Qin Feng! He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and said, "Qin Feng, what are you doing here?" "You should know my purpose, Chūmura Shun-nan. Listen to me—here are two choices. You decide." Qin, the young man, coldly replied, "First, you'll have to kneel before me and beg for mercy—then you'll live. Second, I'll crash your plane, and you'll die in the water below!" "Qin, you dare!" He was shaken, yet still held firm, saying, "If you crash me, your own plane will go down too!" Qin Feng smiled. "How about we try it? Let me tell you the truth—my plane was manufactured in the top-tier factories in Europe. Safety was always the top priority. Not only will I be able to knock you down easily, but my plane itself will suffer no damage. You Sun people won't appreciate this, because your cars are always thin-skinned and full of delicate components—planes are no exception!" Both captains were terrified, clearly lacking confidence in the aircraft manufactured in their own country. Nakamura Shun-nan glanced at them, signaling for them to focus on flying, and asked, "Is there any way to quickly break free from them?" The captain shook his head, saying, "Mr. Nakamura, it's clearly the same aircraft that has been pursuing us from the Zhonghua Republic. It can reach speeds of 1,200 kilometers per hour, while our maximum speed is only 800—how can we possibly escape?" "Indeed, we have no options at all," added the co-pilot. Nakamura Shun-nan had to pick up the handset once again, "Mr. Qin, what exactly do you want now?" No wonder they were so polite—their courtesy only emerged when faced with someone strong. They only bowed low when confronted with power. "Hah! What a joke," Qin the young man laughed heartily, "What do you expect me to do? Of course, I want your life. Didn't you yourself arrange for someone to kill me? This is my comeuppance!" "Mr. Qin, there's something we can discuss calmly—there's no need to act impulsively," Mizuno Hitoshi's forehead was already beading with sweat. "Regarding the misunderstanding we've had, I believe you've mistaken the matter. Please give me a chance to make amends—I'm willing to bear the cost. Whatsoever you require, just let me know!" By this point, there was no further need to continue the conversation. Qin Feng had been merely intimidating the other party before taking action. No matter how financially strained his brother might be, he wouldn't sink to the level of accepting an apology from a Sun Yat-sen national. He said coldly, "My request is simply that you die!" Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to actually crash his plane into theirs—no matter how sturdy the aircraft, such a collision would inevitably result in mutual destruction. As a cultivator, he had several methods to pursue the other party's pursuit. For instance, he could summon a flying sword, piercing just a few holes in the opponent's aircraft. The resulting change in internal pressure would cause the plane to descend. Alternatively, one could directly damage the opponent's engines, or critical components such as flaps and tail surfaces, and still achieve the desired effect. He glanced once more at Naka Hidetoshi's aircraft, a slight upward curve forming at the corner of his mouth—a gesture familiar to everyone who knows him, signaling that action was imminent. Suddenly, a fighter jet appeared between the two aircraft, rocking its wings and transmitting a radio inquiry. Naka Hidetoshi immediately recognized the red sun emblem on the fighter's tail, nearly jumping with excitement, and urged the pilot, "What are you waiting for? This is our national fighter—clearly identify yourselves and inform them that we are under threat!" This area is where the air defense identification zones of the Huaxia State, the Solar State, and the Rod-State overlap. Military aircraft from all three nations frequently operate here, routinely identifying, tracking, and escorting foreign aircraft that enter this airspace. Since the two aircraft were flying toward China from the opposite direction, the Chinese Air Force did not dispatch military planes. The Sun-based nation, on the other hand, immediately sent two fighter jets to respond. "M," Qin Feng also noticed the markings on the fighter jets' tails. He exclaimed, "These guys are really quick—had I known this situation would arise, I should have acted sooner!" The captain turned to ask, "What should we do, Qin? The other side is asking about our identity. When we took off, we hadn't yet confirmed our destination, nor did we inform the Sun-based side. They'll likely view us as hostile aircraft."