Chapter 295 - An Anonymous Hero (1/2)

The landing area was lit up like noon. Almost a hundred cops and about two hundred passengers had gathered here while the night wind blew in from Malacca. Everyone’s attention also focused on Meng Fan. Maybe they stared at him because he didn’t give the apple he had to the little girl who was crying. He must really like to eat.

But in the eyes of these policemen and passengers, Meng Fan wasn’t just a foodie to them, but someone really magical.

Everything that just happened felt too much like a movie.

The hijacked hostage retaliated, taking down three hijackers!

It was magical and simply astounding!

The process was unbelievable.

How did this young guy lift up a grown person?

What did he use to hit one hijacker’s hand and eyes? Did he use a secret weapon? Chinese Kung Fu?

How did he use an apple to knock a hijacker to the ground? It didn’t make sense, but it looked amazing, making one feel so vindicated.

The young man’s power, courage, reaction, judgement, and wisdom were all unbelievable. He managed to foil a plane hijacking all on his own!

The heart-warming thing he did at the end was very touching.

The way he comforted the little girl could only be described as: Real men can be tender.

The scene was very heartfelt.

While everyone felt the whole thing was a little odd, no one could quite put a finger on why things seemed different.

Crunch.

Meng Fan kept eating the super-hard apple in big bites, as if this was the only way to ease his complex emotions.

Whew, so this is done.

The process was different from how he imagined it, but the results were even better than he expected. He didn’t die, nor did anyone else.

Clap, clap, clap.

Some people suddenly started clapping, until everyone joined in, celebrating their new lease in life. They also applauded to express their respect and gratitude to Meng Fan.

Most of the police, other than a few auxiliary officers, didn’t clap, but they did salute Meng Fan with their eyes.

Now was the time to face pragmatic problems.

“All passengers.”

One of the police officers came forward. He had stripes on his shoulders and wore a serious expression. “The flight is temporarily cancelled. We have set up a lounge for all of you. We will try to give everyone an answer you’re happy with as soon as possible.”

He then bowed deeply. Meanwhile, the police divided the two hundred or so passengers into three shuttles and sent them to the lounge.

The airport needed to investigate this matter, which required all the passengers’ cooperation in eliminating all potential danger.

The recovering passengers weren’t all happy about the arrangement, but they understood there was no way the regular flight would resume without delay.