There were four words and a photo in the message.
He was no longer there.
In the photo was the back of a beautiful woman. She raised one hand as if to say goodbye to him and walked determinedly to the boarding gate of the airport.
The veins on Yuan Yelin's hands were throbbing, as if he was about to crush his phone.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were pursed into a cold line. He quickly made a phone call.
He roared in a terrifying voice, " lock down all the planes in the airport! Not a single one is allowed to take off!"
No one knew what had happened. The people around him were all frightened by his terrifying anger.
"It's no use." Suddenly, a magnetic voice with a smile said.
Yuan Yelin raised his head and met Yin Shaojie's eyes.
Yin Shaojie smirked. &Quot; the plane took off a long time ago. It should have left Country R's aviation sector by now, so even you wouldn't be able to stop it. &Quot;