"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Zhang Menglong suddenly stood up from his seat, nearly snapping the safety belt. Scaring someone to death, a cold figure had unexpectedly appeared behind him, and anyone would panic in such a situation!
"Thump!" Zhang Menglong's head hit the top of the helicopter, causing him to tear up from the pain.
"Scared the hell out of me, damn it!" Zhang Menglong was truly frightened, his body trembling slightly from fear, and goosebumps covered his skin.
"Who is this guy? When did he get on?" Zhang Menglong hurriedly asked.
"Mr. Zhang, this is Ye Yin, your personal bodyguard," Hong Yi said, "He has always been on this plane, and ordinarily, he is always by your side."
"What? How come I have never seen him before?" Zhang Menglong scrutinized Ye Yin carefully. It was already November, and the temperature was typically below 10 degrees, yet this young man with somber long hair was wearing only a short-sleeve shirt and a thin pair of trousers.