In these extraordinary times, any commotion can make one nervous. Luo Zheng stared intently at the bald man in disbelief; he was a black man, over six feet tall, with a strong build, dressed in a black trench coat, looking like a successful businessman. His posture was very upright, reminding Luo Zheng of a soldier. His eyes narrowed, and he quietly reached for his pistol. Beside him, Lan Xue also sensed Luo Zheng's tension and reached for her pistol.
At this moment, the bald man reached the area between the business and first class cabins. On one side of this area was a restroom, and on the other side was a work table. A flight attendant politely stood up and murmured a question to the bald man. He pointed to the restroom, and the flight attendant stepped back a few paces in confusion, clearing the way.
