On the plane, flight attendants were serving free lunches. Thus, the atmosphere was somewhat chaotic. Passengers were dissatisfied with the limited variety and poor quality of the meals, especially since they simply couldn’t feel full. Even first-class passengers were no exception. Though these well-built passengers had long since grown tired of fine dining, they were used to enjoying generous portions and making a point of entertaining the flight attendants. The passengers’ unreasonable demands left the flight attendants feeling helpless, as the meals themselves were provided by the airline and were equally lacking in variety and sufficiency. Qin Feng and Isabel exchanged a glance and each reached for the small snacks they had already prepared, enjoying them heartily. At that moment, a sudden explosion occurred in the first-class section, sending many passengers tumbling off their seats, and scattering meals all over the cabin. The most tragic cases involved those stout, well-built passengers. After a heated exchange with the flight attendants, several of them were confident, believing they had gained the upper hand in the confrontation. Yet, suddenly, an explosion occurred beneath one passenger's seat, hurling him—along with the seat—upward and crashing him hard against the ceiling of the cabin. He lay motionless upon impact. Everyone around him was injured, and a chorus of cries and screams erupted instantly. The explosion severely compromised the aircraft. In the cockpit, the pilots lost control of the aircraft's orientation, which was now plummeting rapidly downward. The economy and business class cabins were equally disordered. All passengers knew that, although air travel is widely regarded as the safest mode of transportation, even minor malfunctions during flight can lead to catastrophic outcomes—complete disaster and loss of life. Moreover, given the nature of the incident—an explosion—many passengers now began to think of it as a potential terrorist attack. Only two people remained calm—Qin Feng and Isabella. Qin, the young lord, produced a vacuum-packed spicy chicken leg and offered it to the beautiful officer. "Have another one," he said, "flying is quite physically demanding. If you're not well-fed, hunger easily leads to dizziness or fainting!" The officer pushed the chicken leg aside and replied, "I've already had two. You really treat me like a pig, don't you? Are you going to be responsible for my full stomach all the way?" A passenger nearby, seeing the two remain unbothered, raised their voice almost in exclamation: "You two are the most carefree people I've ever met. The plane has gone through such a serious incident—how come you're not even concerned?" Qin Feng shrugged and said, "What good does it do to be anxious? Does anyone's urgency make the plane safer? Come on, people can't always outpace the heavens. If the sky decides the plane will crash, it will definitely crash!" The passenger fell silent. At that moment, placing one's fate entirely in the hands of the heavens seemed no better than simply trusting the crew in the cockpit. Isabella set down the beef and noodle dish she was eating and said, "Based on the plane's descent speed and flight attitude, the crash is certain!" "Ah, I know," Qin Feng's expression grew cold. "I've already been able to guess who planted the bomb on the plane—it's clearly aimed at us. Since they're not afraid of sacrificing innocent lives, bringing so many people along, what could we possibly fear?" The beautiful instructor shook her head with a touch of regret. "Indeed, if they don't care, what can we care about? Though we're capable of saving these passengers, doing so would effectively help the mastermind reduce their liability." The two exchanged a glance and nodded in unison. As Isabella had pointed out, they could certainly intervene to save the passengers, but the consequences would become quite complicated: first of all, their own identities would be exposed. Second, there has been no major crash with actual fatalities—at the very least, all passengers are safe. This shifts the accusers' charges from endangering hundreds of lives to merely damaging a single aircraft. The plane begins to shake violently, its flight attitude lost; one wing is snapped by turbulent air, and the aircraft spins and plunges vertically. Passengers stop protesting, as everyone now knows that this time, it's certain to be fatal. Just as the plane touches the ground, two passengers vanish from their seats, their faces wide with shock—yet they have no chance to utter a sound. … Beijing, the Guan household. Guan Wenfeng watches the news report on the television, a smile on his face. He takes a bite of an apple from the platter and murmurs, "If this still doesn't kill you, then my 'Guang' character will be written backwards. Besides, those people aren't half bad—this investment certainly wasn't wasted!" According to his plan, as soon as the young man from the Qin family died, the Guan family would have no further concerns. Even if the Qin family had previously obtained unfavorable information about the Guan family from Ma Zhifei, that information would now be unverifiable—how could anyone then do anything to the Guan family? On television, a female anchor, set against a backdrop of dramatic footage, delivered her report with solemnity: "This is a civilian airliner that took off from a country in Southeast Asia. Before it crashed, an explosion occurred in the cabin, and the plane plummeted from an altitude of over ten thousand meters. According to the initial investigation, not a single passenger or crew member survived!" Guan Liye was also watching the news. He clapped his hands excitedly on the table and praised, "My son has done well—having lost his daughter-in-law, now see how Fei Qingtian will act! Hahahaha! Just don't let the old man become too heartbroken over the loss of his daughter-in-law, and then pass away. Then I would truly be at fault with the Wei family!" "Thud... The office door was violently kicked open from the outside, and several men in black uniforms walked in. Guan Liye was first startled, then slammed his desk with force, shouting, 'Who are you people? Why have you stormed my office? Do you even know who I am? Who gave you the courage to do this? Are you trying to kill yourselves!' The leading figure was the former deputy head of the guard unit under Wei Qingtian—now the man who had previously served as his stand-in. With a calm, composed smile, he said, 'Thank you for your continued care for Mr. Wei. Please rest assured—Mr. Wei is now eating and sleeping well, in excellent spirits. Far from passing away, he is expected to live a long, healthy life!' Guan Liye felt a sudden jolt in his chest. These were clearly people from the Wei family—were they planning a rebellion? As he was about to reprimand them for their audacity, one of the black-clad figures stepped forward and said, 'Comrade Guan, I am the newly appointed Director of the National Supervisory Commission. I have been dispatched to personally invite you for a meeting. Here are the signed credentials from all As a senior national official, ordinary functional institutions generally lack the authority to question or arrest him unless they go through a series of complex procedures. This is precisely why many high-ranking corrupt officials are able to escape abroad—having ample time to flee. By the time the procedures are completed here, they have already quietly vanished.