Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 475 - 84: Shinkata Misaki_2

"A little is still better, if it's too flat, even clothes can't fit properly," Sun Hang said, giving Shinkata Misaki a gentle pat on the back.

In the next second, Shinkata Misaki's chest slowly rose, gradually pushing up the man's pilot jacket.

"Tsk, that's much more pleasing to the eye," Sun Hang said with a satisfied nod. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"...Do you prefer women with bigger busts?" Shinkata Misaki looked down at her own chest and then back up at Sun Hang, asking.

"I like them not too big, not too small... Too flat hurts, too big looks like a lump and loses its beauty. Normal size is the healthiest and most beautiful," Sun Hang chuckled, "Of course, what size is normal needs to take other body parts into account."

For instance, Mr. Wang, her H cup is undoubtedly big among big, but the thing is aside from having an H cup bust, she also stands over 1.8 meters tall with legs that boast a golden ratio, making those H cup assets very proportionate on her.

Another example is Zhong Ling, whose A cup might be considered a regrettable number, but when combined with her slender figure and silent, aloof demeanor, it presents a naturally harmonious feeling... And moreover, this young lady is still inexperienced, with room for development in the future.

Just when Sun Hang was thinking this, Anna's voice suddenly rang in his ear, "You don't actually like big or small busts, you're just plain lecherous."

"Yeah, I'm lecherous, I'm honest, I should get a reward," Sun Hang replied unabashedly with his thoughts, "But as for you, why do you keep haunting me?"

"If I crash the plane now, would you be mad, Mom?" Anna said.

"You better not," Sun Hang instantly shed the joking tone, "I know you're trying to stop me from returning to Tianfu City, but even if you blow up the plane, I have ways of getting back... Doing so will only add to my hatred for you."

"I don't care... No matter how much you hate me, Mom, I'll still love you," Anna said softly. Her voice gradually became distant, finally dissipating completely from Sun Hang's ear.

"Pilot!" Sun Hang stood up with a slap, startling both Ling Xiao and Shinkata Misaki beside him—the former not showing any sign of fright, but instinctively gripping the measuring tape tied inside his arm.

"What's wrong?" Shinkata Misaki immediately asked, somewhat puzzled as the conversation had suddenly turned serious and tense from lighthearted banter.

Could this guy have a split personality disorder?

"You two, fasten your seatbelts, and don't leave your seats," Sun Hang unbuckled his seatbelt, opened a hidden compartment under their seats, and pulled out parachute packs, stuffing them into their arms, "Ever tried jumping with a parachute?"

Ling Xiao shook his head.

"I've only tried simulated indoor skydiving," Shinkata Misaki replied.

"Anyway, wear these first, having a parachute and not knowing how to use it is better than not having one at all," said Sun Hang, then quickly ran toward the cockpit.

The cockpit of this high-speed transport plane had two pilot seats, occupied by the pilot and co-pilot—but now, both were unconscious, with one slumped motionless in the seat and the other leaning entirely on the armrest, his upper body supported only by the seatbelt.

"Damn it, I knew it," Sun Hang immediately cut the pilot's seatbelt, dragged the pilot from the seat, and fixed him to the cabin wall with mycelium. Then, he climbed into the pilot's seat.

By now, the transport plane was nearing the border of Shuzhou, and the "night-day boundary" was already within view in the distance.

Crossing the night-day boundary was extremely risky for novice pilots, as the drastic change in lighting could cause spatial disorientation, leading to flight accidents—therefore, most flights in and out of Shuzhou occurred at night, or were piloted by experienced pilots if during the day.

Currently in the pilot's seat, Sun Hang was a complete novice who'd never even touched a control stick.

There were only five people on this plane: the two pilots, Sun Hang, Ling Xiao, and Shinkata Misaki.

The two people who could fly the plane were both deeply unconscious, and among the remaining three, aside from Sun Hang, the other two weren't even old enough to qualify for a motor vehicle license.

Sun Hang took a deep breath and glanced at the incredibly complex control panel before him, full of various instruments and buttons whose functions he didn't know, and a bunch of colorful indicator lights... The only thing he could probably understand was the altimeter used to show flight altitude.

The altimeter showed that the plane was continuously descending—the night-day boundary at Shuzhou's border was an impenetrable visual barrier, and to avoid crashing into mountains "hiding" behind it after "diving" into the night, experienced pilots would try to ascend when crossing this line... But now, the altimeter showed the plane's altitude was less than 4,000 meters.

The average altitude in the Shuzhou Region is 2,500 meters, with mountains higher than 4,000 meters being quite common.

Continuing to fly like this will eventually result in crashing into a mountain.

Sun Hang picked up the headset lying next to him and put it on.

The headset immediately transmitted urgent calls, "This is ground tower Dong-Yao, come in Dong-Guai! You have descended to a dangerous altitude, please ascend immediately! Dong-Guai, come in! Dong-Guai, come in!"

"I'm not Dong-Guai, I'm Sun Hang," Sun Hang said, "Both pilots on the plane mysteriously passed out, and I'm flying the plane now."

There was a noticeable pause from the tower, then they asked, "You... you can fly a plane?"

"No," Sun Hang replied honestly, "So can you teach me in real-time?"

"...Don't panic, listen to me," a different voice from the tower said, though they asked Sun Hang not to panic, it was evident they were the most panicked, "There's a mountain on your current flight path with an altitude of 4,200 meters, collision expected in 70 seconds. The immediate priority is to ascend... Can you see the control stick in front of you?"

"You mean the one directly in front of me?"

"Yes... We've just checked the plane's condition; the autopilot system failed, and ground-based remote control attempts also failed. Now you can only manually pull up the altitude—grasp the control stick, pull back, but don't pull too much at once, pull gently and gradually raise the nose of the aircraft."

"I'll try."

Sun Hang grasped the control stick and slowly began to pull back.

The descending trend of the plane gradually stopped, and the reading on the altimeter beside him also started to increase.

"Phew..." A relieved sound came from the headset, "Keep this up, after reaching an altitude of 10,000 meters, you can level the control stick. Air support will be dispatched immediately—damn it!"

"What now?" Sun Hang asked in bewilderment.

"Just received news from an observation post, a large number of flying anomalies suddenly appeared in your airspace!" said the tower, "All available fighters from Shuzhou have been deployed... but they might not make it in time..."

The tower's communication wasn't finished when it was cut off, leaving a harsh static noise in the headset.

Sun Hang felt the presence of several anomalies closing in on the plane, getting nearer and nearer.

"Tsk... Bullying a flight novice, huh..." Sun Hang muttered. Just as he turned his head, his gaze suddenly lingered on the unconscious co-pilot in the cockpit, "Wait, who said I'm a flight novice?"