My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 969: High-Altitude Crisis
Many feared the secrets she possessed, but even more coveted a share of them.
No wonder Ivanov invested so much effort in her; indeed, she was a tool of immense utility.
He was very interested.
Su Feiman raised his glass and drained it in one go, deciding to accept Ivanov’s cooperation.
At that moment, a man in black silently approached, lowering his voice.
"We’ve found out, Third Young Master Jun and his team left on a plane over an hour ago," the man reported.
Su Feiman’s eyes narrowed, his expression sinister.
"They left an hour ago and you just found out now? You, as the deputy head of intelligence for the South European branch, are even worse than useless," he sneered.
The Godfather never minced his words, and the deputy head’s face turned ashen as he hurriedly explained, "Holy Master Jun’s arrangements were impeccable. The villa was staged to appear unvacated, and he cunningly used the Ji Family’s young master as a decoy to escape. What’s more significant is that we never anticipated he could secure flight clearance in such a short time."
All these were executed within an hour, swift and perfect, leaving them no time to react.
"What I hate most are people who make excuses for their failures, no matter how perfect those excuses may be. Failure is failure. You may go back," Su Feiman said with an icy indifference, devoid of any compassion.
The deputy head crumbled, "Are you dismissing me, Godfather?"
"There’s no need."
The deputy head sighed in relief. He had heard about how strict and ruthless the Godfather was—any mistake could have dire consequences. As a mere group leader of the South European division, this was supposed to be an opportunity to showcase his skills, but he had encountered Third Young Master Jun, an opponent beyond his capacity to contend with.
Fortunately, the Godfather didn’t blame him.
After leaving the banquet with the intention of heading to the bar for a couple of drinks to unwind, he was shot in the temple by a bullet around the corner of a street.
Meanwhile, at the banquet, Su Feiman’s cold gaze lowered, "There’s no need, because there’s no point in dismissing a dead man. I, Su Feiman, do not forgive mistakes."
Then he picked up the phone and dialed the head of the military of a small country in West Asia.
...
The condition of Third Young Master Jun had not improved, but spurred by Ye Lu’s tireless efforts, he managed to hold on and stay conscious.
Ye Lu glanced at the clock, her anxious expression easing slightly. Three hours had passed, and in another hour and a half, they were due to arrive. She hoped everything would go smoothly.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the cabin door. Ye Lu opened the door to find the captain with an intensely grave and urgent expression.
He spoke in a hushed tone, "There’s a problem. F Country, the next airspace we’re supposed to enter, is refusing us entry and instructing us to return to our point of departure."
Ye Lu’s face turned pale, and she caught her breath, "We’ve already filed and been approved for entry, how could they suddenly deny us passage?"
"I don’t know. They didn’t give a reason, just insisted on not allowing us entry," replied the captain. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Ye Lu was stunned. At such a critical moment, just when they were almost there, this unforeseen event occurred. This wasn’t land where one could simply turn around; it was airspace.
The key issue was that if they had to turn back now, it would take more than three hours. How could Third Young Master Jun possibly endure that long?
"How much longer until we enter their airspace?" Ye Lu was angry but helpless; such small countries had no sense of international duty, denying passage arbitrarily without any explanation.
"Around twenty minutes," the captain answered.
"What... happened?" The weak voice of Third Young Master Jun came through, his instinctive keen sense of danger surfacing even in his semi-conscious state.
