Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System-Chapter 415: No Choice, I’m Afraid of Death!

After a burst of surprise, everyone gradually calmed down and started talking about funny stories from their high school days. They playfully bantered, enjoying each other’s company.

Fang Jueyu and Jiang Yi were practically like frenemies; whenever they met, they’d engage in fierce banter. Back in the day, Jiang Yi outmatched Fang Jueyu in this regard, but over the past couple of years, Fang Jueyu had honed his skills on social media; he could easily run a trolling training camp now.

Though everyone was curious, they all tacitly avoided discussing Fang Jueyu’s family matters.

Soon, the plane left the territory of Huaxia, heading toward Africa. Looking down at this continent, everyone’s heart was filled with excitement.

"Old Fang, where are we going to have fun?" Shao Zhou eagerly asked.

"Since we’re in Africa, we have to visit the Sahara Desert," Fang Jueyu joked, "But we’ve already implemented plant gene modification technology here, and we’ve started working on transforming the Sahara. In about a few hundred years, we won’t see this desert anymore."

"We’d have to live to be a few hundred to see that," Shao Zhou mumbled, "By the way, I heard Africa is full of gold and diamonds. Do we have any chance to see them?"

"Sure, you want to check out the gold mines or diamond mines? We’ve also got some precious metal mines; after all, every mine in Africa is mine!"

"You’re just blowing hot air!" Jiang Yi interrupted from the side, "Everybody knows countries like Somalia, Slogane, and Triya have been fighting over some gold, diamond, and oil mines. If everything belonged to you, what would they be fighting for?"

"Hey, you really shouldn’t doubt it. Let me tell you, after all that fighting, the winning countries were just mining for my family. They earn at most only about a tenth of the entire mine’s worth."

"Keep going, I’m listening!" Jiang Yi couldn’t stop once she started bickering with Fang Jueyu.

"Forget it, explaining it to you is a waste of breath. You mere mortals could never understand me." Fang Jueyu didn’t bother to explain further.

Just then, Zhuang Ying walked over, "Young master, we’re entering the war zone of those three countries soon."

"How’s the situation now?" Fang Jueyu casually asked.

"The fighting is intense. On the borders of the three countries, almost everyone is armed, and there are always fighter jets and early-warning aircraft patrolling the airspace. A lot of surface-to-air missiles are ready to launch at any time!"

"What?" Shao Zhou and Wang Chao were immediately covered in goosebumps upon hearing this. Weren’t they flying straight into danger?

Those Victoria’s Secret models who understood Chinese also showed worried expressions; earning these millions of US Dollars was no easy feat—they might even have to risk their lives.

"Uh, Miss Zhuang, we won’t be in danger, right? I remember this is an international route. Surely they wouldn’t attack us?" Shao Zhou asked cautiously.

"Due to the tense situation, a temporary international route has been opened, which means a longer path. But for convenience, we’re taking the shortest route, so we’ll definitely pass through the war zone."

"Oh? Isn’t that dangerous?"

"Hey, why panic? Since I dare to fly through here, of course, I’ve got the confidence." Fang Jueyu remained as calm as ever, as if crossing a war-torn zone was as easy as taking a walk.

"Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, young master, everything is ready. The Buriquis family has made thorough preparations for your safety on this trip."

Zhuang Ying pulled out something resembling a walkie-talkie, "Mr. Buriquis, the young master has arrived in Africa. We’re about two hundred kilometers from the warzone; you can dispatch the escort team now."

"What? Escort team?" Everyone was puzzled. Had Fang Jueyu arranged some kind of security measures?

"You’ll see in a few minutes," Fang Jueyu said with a mysterious smile.

...

At the Somali border, a group of troops was diligently deploying, ready to prevent any enemy raids, with their equipment constantly running.

"Officer, there’s a plane approaching from the north at an altitude of about 8,000 meters!"

"Have you confirmed its identity?" An officer with a small mustache asked, dressed in a military uniform.

"Report, Officer, we have issued warnings, but there has been no response."

"Prepare the surface-to-air missiles for an attack!"

"Officer, isn’t that unwise? This route seems to be an international public route; it might even be a passenger plane. If we attack rashly, it could easily lead to an international incident."

"Hmph, in this situation, who dares to fly through this public route? Our three countries have jointly issued a notice stating that any plane entering our airspace during this period is considered a threat and is attacked at its own risk. Fire!"

"Yes, Officer!" The soldier immediately took out a walkie-talkie, "Target locked, surface-to-air missiles ready!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

...

"Host, four surface-to-air missiles are approaching us!"

"Right on time," Fang Jueyu, instead of panicking, seemed entirely confident upon hearing the news.

"Boom!" At that moment, a loud explosion came from under the plane, and the shockwave vibrated the glass throughout the aircraft.

Except for Fang Jueyu and Zhuang Ying, the others jumped off the sofa.

"What happened? Are we under attack?" Shao Zhou craned his neck toward the glass. Sure enough, there was a cloud of thick smoke remaining some distance below them.

"No worries, our escort team is here. The attack has been intercepted."

"Whoosh!" An F-18 fighter jet suddenly swept past below them.

"Ground report: surface-to-air missiles have been successfully intercepted, commencing escort mission now!"

"Is this what you meant by the escort team?" Shao Zhou’s hands were slightly trembling. It was one thing to almost be sent to meet King Yan by a missile, but this was the first time he’d heard of a private flight with fighter jet escorts!

Shao Zhou had always been a military enthusiast, and this F-18 was the most advanced fifth-generation fighter jet in Africa. Only a few wealthier countries could afford to manufacture or purchase it.

They knew Fang Jueyu was a big deal in Huaxia, but how did he manage to have such influence in Africa?

"No, this is just the beginning!"

"The beginning?" Shao Zhou looked toward the back of the private jet and found the numerous fighter jets in formation overwhelming.

F-18, L-20, 58-E, all current cutting-edge fighter jet models, and just a quick count revealed at least thirty to fifty of them!

The swarm of fighter jets instantly surrounded their private jet, placing them at the center, making it necessary for any attack meant to harm them to first get past these escorts.

"Holy cow! Are you going on vacation or going to war? Even heads of state don’t get such an extensive entourage when traveling abroad!"

"What is this, a dark force come to life?"

Given the generally low economic strength of African countries, he really couldn’t imagine which country could deploy so many fighter jets for an escort.

Or was it that Fang Jueyu’s influence wasn’t limited to just one or two African nations?

With such a fighter jet formation, they could not only cross the war zone safely to their destination but also probably defeat a few countries while they’re at it. Was he aiming for the skies?

"I can’t help it," Fang Jueyu shrugged, speaking cheekily, "I’m scared of dying, but I’m lazy too. I don’t like taking detours, so I had to gather a fighter jet squadron for an escort!"