amaotonovel Chapter 913 - 344: Great Xia!! My Beloved Motherland!!
Chapter 913 - 344: Great Xia!! My Beloved Motherland!!
In history, only one person was executed along with his entire clan.
Fang Xiaoru.
In the past five thousand years, he is the only such figure.
If this Meyer Gufsky really dares to launch a missile at the plane where Zhang Beixing is, regardless of whether Zhang Beixing survives on this flight,
just firing a missile at Great Xia is enough to have this guy executed in a thousand ways.
Zhang Beixing’s repeated rebukes directly scared Meyer Gufsky into a cold sweat.
He was speechless for a moment.
Zhang Beixing, too lazy to deal with him, directly hung up the phone.
Before hanging up, he coldly uttered a word.
"Coward."
Zhang Beixing said this in the language of Great Xia.
Meyer Gufsky didn’t understand, but he knew Zhang Beixing’s last words were definitely not good.
It must be an insult to him.
"This pisses me off?!"
In his command room, he was so angry he threw his phone and then started smashing things in the office to vent his anger.
Unfortunately, most of the office supplies were military-grade products, of good quality, and after smashing for a long time, nothing was really broken.
The only thing broken was probably his own phone.
A group of subordinates stood at the side, silently watching their boss vent his anger, not daring to go up and speak, only staying silent in response.
Meyer Gufsky was gasping heavily where he stood, his head lowered, hands resting on his knees.
Suddenly, he lifted his head fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, looking at these subordinates in front of him, he shouted angrily.
"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I’ll gouge your eyes out. Get out!"
At his angry shout, nobody in the office dared to stay any longer.
Soon, the whole group was gone, leaving not a trace of anyone in the office.
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On the plane, Zhang Beixing was a bit bored, so he casually picked up a magazine to flip through.
Why not play with his phone?
Since becoming the biggest internet celebrity in the country, Zhang Beixing has spent less and less time on his phone.
The messages are just too many.
Every time he opens his phone, it’s an explosion of messages that he can’t even read through.
It’s not just about the social media platforms and all those public accounts; even his private messaging apps are exploding with messages.
Just on WeChat, there are already over a thousand unread messages.
He doesn’t want to look, really can’t even look at a bit of it. Reading a magazine to pass the time is much more peaceful.
When a person’s strength and status rise, those so-called information cocoons, old entertainment, fragmentary time entertainment things, no longer catch his attention.
Zhang Beixing quietly looked at the magazine; beside him, Makely was sleeping.
Pretending to sleep.
Not really asleep for a long time.
Just by listening to her breathing, Zhang Beixing could tell if someone was truly asleep.
When the breathing was always a bit hurried, and then more hurried, Zhang Beixing guessed.
This one’s about to ask something of him.
"What’s up?"
Sure enough, as Zhang Beixing slightly turned his head, he saw Makely’s eyes open, staring intently at him.
"I can’t sleep, can you tell me a story?"
Zhang Beixing pointed to the screen on the back of the seat in front and said.
"If you can’t sleep, you could watch TV or play a little game; why insist on a story."
"Flying from Wu Country to Great Xia is just seven or eight hours, not a day-long flight."
"You can sleep at night just the same when we arrive. You don’t even have to adjust for jet lag."
The time difference between Wu Country and Lanxi Kingdom, Great Xia is already quite an agreeable compromise.
Basically, the time difference between both Lanxi Kingdom and Great Xia is around four hours.
No big deal, adapting is very easy.
"I don’t want to play, if I play, I’ll get air sick later."
Air sick?
Zhang Beixing wasn’t too surprised by this term.
Many people get car sick, seasick, or air sick; it’s a normal thing.
It’s just that ever since Zhang Beixing started his path as a Martial Artist, most people around him were also Martial Artists.
For a Martial Artist, the concept of getting dizzy simply doesn’t exist unless you’re strapped into a weightless chamber; otherwise, it’s impossible.
After Makely suddenly said she felt a bit air sick, he realized.
"What? You get air sick playing these things, but listening to me tell a story doesn’t make you air sick?"
"Mm-hmm."
Looking at Makely’s sincere eyes, Zhang Beixing was momentarily speechless.
"So what do you want to hear?"
"Hmm..."
Makely began seriously thinking about what kind of story she wanted to hear.
After thinking for a long time, she earnestly said.
"Are there stories similar to the one about Wuhan University and Jinlian like last night?"
Zhang Beixing: "???"
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Great Xia Airport.
Zhang Beixing’s return to the country this time was kept secret and not widely publicized.
This was a special request from Zhang Beixing, afraid that once the netizens knew he was back, the news would explode, and he would be tagged all over the internet, asking for updates – that would be funny.
Zhang Beixing can’t even remember how long it’s been since he last updated.
Maybe two months?
He forgot.
Compared to before, when he uploaded a video almost every two to three days, Zhang Beixing’s update speed now is like a snail, simply unbearable.