Chapter 1628 Return
- A white airplane, destined for Marsingfill, glided across the sky. The milky trail left behind was like a brushstroke from an artist. In the first-class cabin was a man in a black coat, reading the headlines of the newspaper with a frown on his face.
- "Would you like to have something?" the pretty stewardess queried.
- "Just a cup of hot tea, please."