Hearing the young man's slightly arrogant words, the elites stirred.
Especially his gaze toward them, a look they recognized well — the look one gives to ants.
Though angry, the elites wisely chose silence seeing soldiers' guns pointed at them.
Sun Wanghou was somewhat displeased.
As a ministerial official, the top elite of the country, everyone usually respected him and sought to curry favor.
But now, in this crisis, Sun Wanghou suppressed his anger.
He intended to use his status to pressure Qin Jun.
Though Qin Jun had the power to reserve a special plane, it might be because of ties to the local military.
After all, nationally, there weren't many above him.
Sun Wanghou was about to speak, but upon seeing Qin Jun's appearance, his brows furrowed in suspicion.
He hesitated, then asked, "Qin Committee Chairman... who is he to you?"
Qin Jun smiled slightly: "He is my father."
Sun Wanghou's mind thundered — he immediately understood this young man's identity!
The only son of Qin Yuan, the State Council Chairman!
Heir of the Qin Family!
Sun Wanghou's anger vanished. Though a ministerial official, there were many ranks.
The National Water Conservancy Department was a lower-ranking ministry with many deputies; he was just one of them!
His status compared to Qin Yuan was like a deputy director of a provincial bureau compared to a minister.
He had barely met Qin Yuan a few times.
Qin Yuan was the top of the seven great powers of the State Council.
The Water Conservancy Department was just one among many under the State Council.
Sun Wanghou smiled: "I'm Deputy Minister Sun Wanghou of the Water Conservancy Department. I had dinner with your father last August."
He remembered that dinner clearly.
To him, dining once with the Qin Committee Chairman was a great honor.
Minister?
Qin Jun was somewhat surprised to meet a ministerial official here.
But he didn't care about Sun Wanghou.
The capital had fallen; ministries no longer mattered.
Especially a powerless ministry's deputy!
Sun Wanghou had rank but no real power or value.
Qin Jun was always impatient with those without value.
Qin Jun coldly smiled: "Minister Sun, please move aside. I'm catching a flight."
Seeing Qin Jun with no intention of letting them on the plane, the elites grew anxious.
They knew Qin Jun's status was beyond their reach.
But in this moment of life and death, running was most important; everything else could wait!
"Young Master Qin, that plane is large with many empty seats. Take us with you!"
"Let us board! We'll go together!"
"This is a large passenger plane; even if we all go, it won't be full!"
The elites fell to their knees, shedding all dignity.
If they could board the last plane, they would even lick Qin Jun's shoes.
Sun Wanghou's face twitched — he, a ministerial official, could not bring himself to kneel and beg.
Even in death's face, he valued dignity.
Of course, that didn't mean he was willing to wait for death.
Sun Wanghou looked at Qin Jun.
He did not believe Qin Jun would refuse him.
After all, he was a ministerial official!
Seeing the terrified elites, Qin Jun only smiled faintly and shrugged: "Sorry, I'm not used to flying with strangers."
With that, escorted by soldiers, he strode away.
To him, these so-called elites in the apocalypse were no different from commoners.
In doomsday, money was worthless paper; power disappeared with social order.
None had awakened talents.
Heh, how were they different from commoners?
They just hadn't adapted to the change in status.
A bunch of useless trash — why bring them on the plane?
Waste of resources?
The elites were desperate, crazily trying to rush the gate, but were blocked by soldiers and could only curse helplessly....
......
After boarding, Zhao Yi led several soldiers who did not disembark, saying they would protect Qin Jun.
The deputy division commander's intention was clear — he wanted to follow Qin Jun to Dongdu, the international first-tier metropolis and Qin Family's stronghold.
Qin Jun did not refuse.
Zhao Yi was loyal to the Qin Family and had worked hard for Qin Jun these past days.
The plane slowly rose.
Through the window, Qin Jun saw a desperate city.
Zombies attacked everything madly. Desperate civilians cried and shouted.
But their despair only brought death.
Gunfire continued, with trapped soldiers divided into small squads on streets.
They formed fragile defense lines for a final struggle.
Qin Jun sighed softly, then put on a blindfold.
After a moment, soft snoring sounded — he fell asleep.
As if the hellish scene outside did not affect his mood at all....
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