As the first man crossed the cabin door, Qianxun had already grabbed his gun arm and quickly twisted it forcefully.
She covered his mouth and kicked the gun he dropped on the floor away, then knocked him out cold.
The young man behind him, who was still some distance away, was unaware of his comrade's situation and strolled forward with a smirk, enjoying the horrified looks of the passengers.
"Don't move, anyone who moves gets shot!" he threatened.
Low sobs continued to echo through the economy class.
But as soon as he passed through the cabin door, Qianxun landed a punch on his temple, sending him staggering.
The flight attendant following closely asked anxiously, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing this, the first-class passengers, who had been holding back screams, suddenly looked at Qianxun with tense faces.
But then, Qianxun miraculously changed his accent.
