As Chu Feng's Telekinesis surged, the luggage compartment popped open instantly.
A black leather bag slowly floated out. Then, its zipper slid open, revealing a crudely made C4 explosive, clearly of poor craftsmanship.
How did these people get this on board? A pistol and a bomb. Is American airport security a joke?
RATTLE.
The plane shook even more violently, and loose items began to roll back and forth with its movements.
Chu Feng's figure flashed, and in a breath, he reached the front of the plane.
But in the cockpit, two pilots, clearly lifeless, made his brow tighten.
Looking at the flight crew lying dead outside, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
They really didn't leave any chance of survival...
With no time to ponder whether the culprits were terrorists or members of some cult, Chu Feng immediately turned and shouted towards the back of the plane.
"Hello, does anyone know how to fly a plane?"
No one responded.
Apart from the sounds of the aircraft itself, the entire plane seemed devoid of any other living people.
Damn it! Where did those idiots come from...
Seeing the plane's nose begin to tilt slowly downward, and with no other options, Chu Feng walked to the emergency exit and kicked it out.
BANG!
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the fuselage shuddered violently.
The plane's door flew off. An intense airflow surged past Chu Feng, carrying countless debris and tearing at his clothes.
But Chu Feng, his body shimmering with golden light, didn't tremble in the slightest.
As if taking a leisurely stroll, he walked to the open hatch, then stuck his head out and gazed down; the ground was already clearly visible.
Glancing back at the cabin, which was on the verge of disintegrating, Chu Feng shook his head. His Spiritual Wings vibrated, and he instantly departed the doomed aircraft.
Hovering in mid-air, watching the plane rapidly recede, he narrowed his eyes and cursed bitterly. Don't let me find out who sent those bastards!
After sensing the location of his Spatial Anchor in the air, he finally determined his direction.
With a flap of his Spiritual Wings, he shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow, speeding towards New York.
Chu Feng had initially planned to land in a city along the way and catch another flight, but on second thought, he abandoned the idea.
This is a good opportunity to see if some rats hiding underground will reveal themselves. It would be ideal if I could eliminate those rats from the Holy Advent Society in the process.
However, the journey ahead was not short. Even though his Spiritual Wings allowed for swift flight, Chu Feng's Spiritual Power needed time to recover.
Therefore, he would periodically find a deserted spot to land and restore his Spiritual Power before continuing.
「And during this time,」
News of the plane crash involving Chu Feng was already headlining across major media outlets.
In less than half a day, almost everyone in America knew about the incident.
Inside the White House, the old man, who had been swamped with work and utterly frazzled, felt a sudden jolt in his heart upon hearing the news. The smile that had just touched his lips instantly froze.
Wait a minute! That damned Exorcist can fly...
Recalling the memories of that night—memories he desperately wanted to forget—the old man's recently agitated heart instantly turned cold.
Unwilling to experience another "high-altitude bungee jump," the old man silently suppressed the urge.
However, Chu Feng's Exorcism Agency, which should have been the most panicked, remained outwardly calm, showing no signs of alarm.
"Don't worry, Boris! Chu Feng will definitely be fine. Don't you trust his strength? Alright, that's it! I have other work to do..."
In the New York agency, Lin Qiu had just hung up the phone with Boris, helplessly rubbing her temples.
As soon as news of the plane crash spread, a flood of calls inundated the agency, all attempting to probe for information. The receptionists calmly rebuffed them all.
But for friends like Boris, who genuinely cared about Chu Feng's well-being, Lin Qiu or Taran had to personally reassure them.
CLICK. The office door opened from the outside, and an exhausted Taran walked in.
"What's the status of those commissions from the State Government?" Lin Qiu asked.
"What do you think? As soon as they heard Chu Feng might be in trouble, the phone hasn't stopped ringing!" Taran slumped onto the sofa and gestured with her phone.
"By the way, has Chu Feng replied?"
Lin Qiu gave a bitter smile at Taran's question and shook her head. "Still just that one message telling us not to worry. No reply since. Who knows what he's actually up to?"
"Forget about that guy!" Taran said. "Let's get to business. Any leads from The Holy See on what they commissioned us to find?"
At that, an expression of helplessness crossed Taran's face. "Things of legend aren't that easy to find! Besides, that silver coin might not even be in America. It could be..." She looked at Lin Qiu and shrugged. "Sitting in some European noble's collection, for all we know!"
"Maybe..." Lin Qiu murmured.
She didn't comment on Taran's speculation, especially since The Holy See itself didn't seem very hopeful. The commission had no deadline and the pay wasn't particularly high, so the Exorcists at the agency showed little enthusiasm for the task.
「As evening approached,」
Chu Feng, speeding through the sky, finally spotted the distant outline of New York.
Damn it, finally about to arrive...
Continuously restoring his Spiritual Power all day had left his entire body aching.
Right now, he just wanted to find a place to rest properly.
With the New York suburbs close at hand, his Spiritual Wings flared, and Chu Feng dove straight down.
Meanwhile, uninvited guests from Pennsylvania State had just crossed the state line.