"Is there any way we can get back to Malpensa Airport?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"I don't think we can hold out that long."
The co-pilot said with a grim expression.
"Alright, what's your name?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Stefan Schmidt."
The co-pilot replied.
"OK, German guy, now tell me, what should I do?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Just a little small talk to ease the tension, so our heads don't get too messed up.
"Damn it, how would I know what to do..."
Schmidt hadn't finished speaking when he got a hard punch to the head.
Huang Kaiwen spread his hands, half crying, half laughing. If they knocked the co-pilot out, everyone might be doomed today.
The stewardess obviously knew this too, and she scolded angrily: "Who do you think you are!"
Ramos, hands in his pockets, said: "Sergio Ramos, a player."
Huang Kaiwen:...
How come he never realized his good friend was so humorous before.
Could it be that under the threat of death, everyone turns into a comedy master?
