"No problem? Two fighter jet formations are fighting, and you're telling me there's no problem?" Wang Ling stood up agitatedly, "Bro, this is no joke, it's not playing house. If we get shot down, people will die!"
"Don't panic," Zhang Menglong said with utter calmness because he knew that as long as Ye Yin was there, even if they were to go through a hail of bullets, it wouldn't be a problem.
"How can I not panic? If this plane gets blown up, we are all going to die!" Wang Ling was becoming hysterical, "Let's change our flight path."
"If we change our flight path, submit a new flight path application, plus detouring, I'm afraid it's going to take several more hours. I've already booked a candlelight dinner at the Saint Aer Hotel by the Eiffel Tower, and that's not easy to book. If we're over half an hour late, it gets canceled straight away!"
"Is now the time to worry about that? What's more important, our lives or eating? Can't the candlelight dinner wait for another day? Does it have to be tonight? And with your means, Master Zhang, you could easily buy that six-star hotel. Why take such a risk?" Wang Ling was about to lose his mind. He thought Zhang Menglong sometimes had problems with his brain, acting without considering the urgency of the situation.
"However, it seems inappropriate for Ye Yin to protect us on our way," Zhang Menglong automatically filtered out Wang Ling's words. Although having Ye Yin's protection was very safe, a private plane flying unscathed out of an aerial battlefield was both logically and emotionally dubious!
If a missile hit the plane and not even a black spot remained, wouldn't that be ghostly? Such an occurrence would obviously expose his control over some powers beyond science, something Zhang Menglong did not wish to happen.
"Since that's the case, we'll have to think of another way," Zhang Menglong suddenly remembered the phone Hong Yi had given him. She had said that whatever happened, as long as he called this number, there would hardly be anything that couldn't be solved. Now seemed like a good opportunity to test it out.
"Captain He, keep turning for a while longer. I need to make a call," Zhang Menglong commanded.
"What call? You think this is a gang fight? This is war! A battlefield! We should be bypassing it right now, or even turning around! It's too dangerous here, didn't you see that missile just now? With a boom, it exploded right in front of us!"
"Alright already, as someone in their thirties, can't you be a bit calmer? Look at your girlfriend, how composed she is!" Zhang Menglong glanced at the influencer-faced girl and suddenly, he sensed a strange smell coming from her.
"Holy shit! She peed herself?" Zhang Menglong held his forehead. Why was everyone so easily frightened? Was this minor situation really worth panicking over?
"You guys, help her clean up and get this place tidy," Zhang Menglong told the flight attendants. Then, he still dialed the number he had in mind, wanting to see just who was on the other end.
"Doot... Doot..." The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.
"I am Zhang Menglong," Zhang Menglong said.
"Young master? The young master? Is it really you? Wonderful! You've finally contacted us!" An excited and weathered voice came from the other end. Zhang Menglong even imagined an old man wiping away tears and snot.
"What kind of monster is this?" Zhang Menglong pulled the handset away from his ear, as the voice was nearly bursting his eardrums, "And what's with 'young master'? Have I traveled through time or what?"
The Hong family members usually called him young master, but Zhang Menglong didn't like such a title filled with feudal landlord overtones, so he had them all change it to Mr. Zhang.
But this person's title, it sounded like he was a slave of their family? But wasn't the slave system abolished many years ago? How come there are still people who use the title of 'master'?
Moreover, although those people spoke Huaxia language, it was with a heavy accent. Clearly, the person was a full-fledged European. Could it be that his grandfather or some other ancestor had bought slaves when they were in Europe?
Finally, the person on the other end of the call calmed down a little, and Zhang Menglong found an opportunity to interject.
"Hey, who are you exactly, and could you introduce yourself first?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Zhang Menglong heard a sound of someone blowing their nose, it seemed the other person's excitement wasn't feigned, "My name is Hagen Dorellas, and I am the Clan Leader of your most loyal Dorellas family."
"Oh, never heard of it," said Zhang Menglong, hearing the name for the first time; it must be similar to Hong Yi's Hong Family, a family serving him.
"Young master, you've probably just inherited your family's power and are not aware of us, which is normal. Simply put, our Dorellas family is your spokesperson in Europe!"
As he spoke these words, Hagen's voice was filled with pride and honor, "In the year 23 A.D., the whole of Europe was under the rule of Ancient Rome, and it was your ancestors who saved our predecessors from the Slave Camp. If it hadn't been for your ancestors, our Dorellas family would have perished two thousand years ago."
"Two thousand years? You're saying your family has been with mine for two thousand years?" exclaimed Zhang Menglong. This, damn, would trace back to the time of Emperor Qin Shi Huang. If Zhang Menglong remembered correctly, Hong Yi's family seemed to have started following the Zhang Family around that era too.
Could it be that his ancient ancestor had a particular fondness for playing the hero?
"As long as the Dorellas family line continues, we will follow your family for countless more millennia!"
It sounded like a bold statement, but Zhang Menglong could hear that Hagen's words were sincere. He wondered what on earth his family had done to secure such loyalty from people like the Carreras family.
"We can talk about old times later," said Zhang Menglong, "Hong Yi must have told you that I was coming to Europe today."
"Yes, we have prepared to welcome your arrival!" said Hagen.
"But I've run into some trouble," said Zhang Menglong, "I'm currently near the HD-88 airway, and somehow, there are two fighter jet squadrons fighting nearby. One of the countries involved is Morico, and I don't want their presence to affect my itinerary, do you understand?"
"Please hold on!" Zhang Menglong heard a babble of foreign language coming through the handset, and after just a moment, it sounded like Hagen had received precise intelligence.
"Young master, it's between Morico and Leydenburg, they've found a mine on their border and neither is willing to give it up. The mine is very valuable, enough for them to exploit for decades, and it seems today the military conflict escalated. I'm sorry, this was my oversight, I should have informed Miss Hong earlier."
"It's okay, but I want to hear solutions. I'd prefer not to detour or wait for them to finish before we can proceed!" Zhang Menglong's tone was uncompromising.
"Don't worry, give me ten minutes, and I will sort everything out!" Hagen promised.
"Then I'll wait and see your performance!"
Zhang Menglong hung up the phone, looking at Wang Ling who was still in a state of shock, "Alright, stop pretending, I've already called for help!"
"Who? International Peacekeeping Forces? How long will they take to arrive?"
"No, not them. But it should be my bodyguards; we'll be able to leave in ten minutes."