"Du… Duke!" Feeling the man's coldness, the responsible person's voice trembled, "Be… because it was a delegation's plane. Considering the impact on the relations between the two countries, so… we didn't stop them."
Delegation?!
Huangfu Jue interrupted his explanation.
"Whose plane?"
"It… it's General Barton's."
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the folder in Huangfu Jue's hand was already broken by him.
The responsible person and his assistant were both shocked, their faces turning pale.
"Prepare the plane immediately."
"Okay..."
As soon as the responsible person said "okay," a cold wind rushed in, and the next second, he was thrown out, crashing onto the desk not far away.
Blood immediately oozed from his mouth and nose, and everyone saw it but no one dared to help him.
Huangfu Jue clenched his fists and stared at the airport responsible person struggling to get up from the ground.
"If a hair on my son's head is harmed, I will execute you for treason!"
