Half an hour later, after the international flight soared into ten-thousand-meter altitude and entered automatic flight mode, it cruised smoothly. Everyone began to unfasten their seat belts and move around, whispering and laughing about something. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue closed their eyes pretending to nap, secretly paying attention to the surroundings. International Police were seated a few rows ahead, with Lan Bo in the middle, flanked by two International Police officers.
There were quite a few passengers, including a travel group mostly composed of elderly people, excitedly talking and laughing about something. Luo Zheng calmly looked forward, noticing that the two International Police officers were not moving, and then observed the surroundings: several couples, some business people reading newspapers, listening to music, casually chatting — a diverse range.
