"Sullivan, or Hannas as Griffin called him, made it clear—the Metal Scepter would be a bargaining chip in his hands. The Dark World Alliance? A laughable rodent organization..." Lin Fei sat in the cabin, a cold smirk appearing on her face.
Beside her, white clouds floated by slowly. The distinctive humming of the airplane was very faint, almost inaudible.
This time, she was on a small plane; there were no more than fifty people in the entire cabin.
Lin Fei was seated by the window, with a young girl in a red, fitted shirt beside her. The girl wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had dimples on each cheek that made her look as if she were smiling even when she wasn't, giving off a sweet impression.
Lin Fei sat in her seat, looking out the window sideways, while the girl beside her occasionally stole glances at Lin Fei, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.