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The Strike

Editor: Henyee Translations

The children were all meat shields for the al-Qaeda members. Only when they have all boarded the plane did they push the children off the plane. Some of them even rolled down the stairs. They didn't even dare to cry when they fell.

These children were a little older and were aware of their situation. They didn't dare to cry or move. More than twenty of them were clustered together. The panic in their eyes… was something that Ye Jian could never forget.

When an al-Qaeda member lowered his head and walked past, Ye Jian could smell a faint scent of mint. That's… She raised her eyes and saw a handsome face under the faint light on the runway. He was elegant even if he pursed his lips.

It was as though he knew that her gaze landed on him. The corner of his mouth curved up as he brought a hostage and boarded the plane with the rest of the al-Qaeda members.