As the cabin grew increasingly chaotic, Zhong Nianyao's face became even more troubled.
Standing beside her, Lu Yichen, without hesitation, picked up the gun he had just snatched from the terrorist and shot the person trying to rob another's parachute.
Of course, he did not intend to kill the man, so he only shot him in the arm.
The sudden sound of gunfire immediately quieted the noisy cabin, leaving only the injured man clutching his arm and continuously crying out in pain.
Even though the plane was still shaking and everyone was unsteady on their feet, no one dared to make any noise, fearing that before the plane crashed, Lu Yichen would shoot them dead.
"Everyone, quiet down," Zhong Nianyao coldly said, looking at the people in the cabin, "the plane is about to crash, and you still have the mind to fight each other, are you not afraid of dying quickly?"
Her words did not seem to affect many of the people present.
