High up in the sky, a luxurious airliner is methodically flying towards the Federation.
"Dear passengers, welcome aboard Strala Airlines flight A1782, this flight is departing from China to the Federation, the estimated flying time is..."
Listening to the broadcast on the plane, Liu Chen yawned out of boredom.
Sipping the freshly squeezed orange juice from his cup, Liu Chen recalled the beauty who boarded the plane surrounded by a whole team of bodyguards.
Though she was a beauty, she was completely shrouded in a white robe.
However, those golden tresses and the enchanting curve at her bosom made Liu Chen, who had encountered countless women, believe she must be a beauty.
After boarding, Liu Chen was disappointed to find that even though he was in the best first class, he still did not see that beauty.
Also, there was the crew-cut guy in the third seat of the second row, the suited man in the seventh seat of the fourth row...
