"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."
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