When the personal bodyguard beside Cao Ling started to get nervous, Ye Qiu quickly calmed down again. Zhou Wenting had encountered gunfire in Europe before, and she had heard the gunshots too.
Zhou Wenting tugged at Ye Qiu's hand, and Ye Qiu looked at her to provide comfort.
"It's okay, I'm here," he said.
Before long, Ye Qiu suddenly saw several mixed-race men, three men and two women, coming from the business class behind them, all armed with guns, including two holding AK47s.
Ye Qiu was surprised. He wondered how this group had managed to get handguns through the checks and onto the plane; it would definitely have been impossible without inside help.
"Everyone, do not worry, the plane is not going directly to Huaxia. Instead, it is headed to Africa first!"
The middle-aged mixed-race man leading the group said in fluent English.
Clearly, from his words, everyone understood the plane was being hijacked.
