Excitement, nervousness, unease, and a hint of anticipation.
Except for Petrov, everyone seemed to be feeling something different, yet somehow strikingly similar.
Chris finally arrived, looking visibly distressed. Compared to everyone else, his nervousness was utterly paralyzing—it even made it hard for him to speak coherently.
"You guys… I… should we leave now?"
"We've been waiting on you. Get on the plane already!"
Pushing Chris onto the private plane, Yang Yi eagerly shouted, "Take off, let's go!"
The plane ascended swiftly. Since the airport was quite small, Yang Yi's plane had priority for takeoff.
Chris took several deep breaths before finally turning toward Yang Yi, saying, "I…"
