Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"Even if Ms. ZiYi called, the entire airline would suspend the flight. Are you willing to take that risk?"

The stewardess, faced with this unprecedented situation, was visibly frightened. Her complexion turned pale. "Sir, I apologize... It's not that we don't want to upgrade your seats. Unfortunately, all the first-class seats have been exclusively reserved by one gentleman. There are no more available seats in first class."

"What?" Zhang Hao expressed his dissatisfaction. "He booked all the seats for himself? Can he even occupy all of them? I'm genuinely curious to see how he manages to fill them all." With those words, he briskly pushed the stewardess aside and indignantly marched into the first-class cabin.

The stewardess couldn't stop Zhang Hao and could only bow repeatedly to Chu Feng, expressing her apologies. "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Waving his hand dismissively, Chu Feng reassured her, "It's okay. I understand. You can leave first."

Zhang Hao gave Chu Feng and Chen FengXing a thorough once-over. Their return from the battlefield left them covered in dust and emanating a strong, unsettling aura.

At that moment, Zhang Hao couldn't hide his discomfort. "Ahem, you guys are so dirty. Have you not thought of taking a shower?"

He pinched his nose and waved his hand in apparent disgust. Then, he noticed the boxes adorned with war flags taking up the seats, which immediately triggered his anger. "You reserved all the seats just for these boxes? This is simply unreasonable."

Furious, he contemplated discarding the boxes. It was because of them that he received an unjust scolding from Chen Ziyi. How could he not be upset?

"Stop!" Chu Feng's sudden shout echoed through the air, his gaze sharp and menacing as he directed it at Zhang Hao. "If you want to keep your hands intact, don't touch them."

"I—" Zhang Hao stammered, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Chu Feng's menacing aura left him paralyzed with fear, his legs growing weak. Zhang Hao snorted and said impatiently, "Hey, clear a few of your boxes and free up two seats. I'll cover the price difference and throw in an extra ten thousand." He spoke with a commanding tone and assumed he was doing Chu Feng a favor, believing there was no reason for refusal.

"No deal." Chu Feng didn't even bother lifting his head, flatly rejecting the offer.

"Twenty thousand!" Zhang Hao angrily held up two fingers, thinking Chu Feng was merely attempting to haggle.

"Nope." Chu Feng frowned and waved his hand.

"Fifty thousand, and that's my final offer. Don't think too highly of yourself." Zhang Hao glared at Chu Feng angrily, itching to give him a good beating.

"Even if you offered a billion, I still wouldn't make the trade." Chu Feng glanced at Zhang Hao coldly, pointing his finger and stating, "Now, please leave immediately."

Observing Chu Feng's rising anger, Chen FengXing approached with a stern expression. He grabbed Zhang Hao by the collar and forcefully tossed him away, commanding, "Get lost."

Thud.

"Ouch-" Zhang Hao was flung out of the cabin and landed hard on his rear end. Between his cries of agony, he lashed out in frustration, "You, you two barbarians! You'll regret this for messing with me! There's a hefty price waiting for you!"

The commotion swiftly grabbed Chen Ziyi's attention. She never anticipated someone being so audacious as to throw her manager out right in front of her. Could she tolerate this?