A Dazzling Sea of White
"You don't believe Shi Luoyin? Or me? We're searching for a bomb and need your help. Join us—let's find it together."
Without waiting to see if they bought it, Lin Zimo dove into the search, scanning every corner with frantic urgency.
The passengers stared at his chiseled, handsome face—stunned for a beat. Then his words sank in, amplified by the raw desperation in his movements.
Something clicked. One by one, they steadied themselves and joined the hunt for the bomb.
This was life or death. A sliver of hope was better than none—no one wanted to die.
With everyone pitching in, the search sped up dramatically.
Lin Zimo swept the aisles while firing off a mental query.
System, can you tell me where the bomb is?
Can't do that, host. You have to find it yourself.
Lin Zimo ramped up his pace. Worthless system—what good are you?
……
Then danger struck again.
While checking the lavatory where he'd pinpointed the bomb, Lin Zimo spotted two knife-wielding terrorists lurking in the corner.
He whispered to Jiang Yan to start defusing it.
In the cramped cabin, passengers huddled like caged birds, terror and helplessness twisting their faces.
They watched in wide-eyed dread, every gaze heavy with fear.
Lin Zimo read the terrorists' moves with precision, ducking behind seats and obstacles to evade their slashes.
The passengers gaped, mesmerized—as if witnessing a martial arts legend in action.
Without hesitation, Lin Zimo charged the nearest terrorist, who brandished a razor-sharp blade threatening the lives around him.
Everyone held their breath, pulses thundering in the silence.
He halted abruptly before the man, time seeming to freeze.
In a blur of evasion and pursuit, Lin Zimo seized his moment.
He exploded forward, dropping the first terrorist with a pinpoint kick.
Then came the onslaught—his form a whirlwind through the cabin, every punch and kick landing like thunder.
The space was packed with seats under dim lights, the air thick with tension.
Terrorists' yells clashed with Lin Zimo's guttural roars, painting a scene of raw intensity.
The passengers' fear morphed into awe and gratitude, eyes alight with hope. He was their savior.
Even the terrorists reeled from his prowess and speed, crumpling one by one.
Lin Zimo pressed on, subduing the last.
Finally, he slumped in a corner, exhausted, chest heaving.
The cabin fell deathly quiet, broken only by ragged breaths and pounding hearts.
The sight moved them deeply. Applause erupted—cheers of admiration and thanks.
In that moment, they got it.
Sometimes, you step up. For justice. For peace.
This guy showed them what courage—and raw power—really meant.
The ordeal drilled it home: Against evil, bravery and smarts are the ultimate weapons.
Life's worth more than just surviving—it's about standing tall for what's right.
No longer mere spectators, the passengers had become part of it, united against the threat.
And that young man? Their hero. Reverent gazes and heartfelt thanks followed him.
Shi Luoyin rushed up in her white-pink sundress, face etched with worry, on the verge of tears.
"Lin Zimo! Are you okay? Please say you're alright!"
"I'm good, babe. Don't stress—just winded. Gimme a sec."
He stroked her hair soothingly.
She knelt beside him, her long legs sheathed in sheer white stockings like fresh-fallen snow, gleaming softly—like warm milk straight from the pot.
The nylons hugged her petite frame, tracing elegant curves like a masterpiece on canvas.
Pink flats matched the dress perfectly, amping up her cute, playful vibe.
Simple yet girly, the skirt contrasted her creamy skin and those stockings—sweet, fragile, utterly lovable.
A girl with her hair in a cute bun approached, eyes wide with concern. "Big bro, you okay?"
Her natural curls bounced with lively charm, starry eyes sparkling like the brightest night gems.
Her smile was spring breeze—warm, inviting.
"All good. Thanks for asking." Lin Zimo flashed a grin.
Right then—
Jiang Yan dismantled the bomb. He clearly knew his explosives.
Cheers rippled through the cabin—total relief at last.
Jiang Yan clapped Lin Zimo's shoulder. "Kid, you're something else. I like your style."
"Got wounds myself—you saved my ass. Take this. Need anything? Find me."
He pressed a unique token into Lin Zimo's hand—no arguments.
Then, clutching his chest, he shuffled back to his seat, eyes closing in meditation. Dark injuries plagued him.
Staring at the token—"Dragon King Token"—Lin Zimo blinked. No way... is this guy some urban war god type from those novels?
Whatever. Pocket it for now—bound to come in handy.
Lin Zimo and Shi Luoyin headed to their seats.
Halfway there, a swarm of guys and girls mobbed them.
Fangirls smitten by his looks: "Handsome! Thanks for saving us—what's your name?" A bubbly cutie, pure energy.
"Hero, WeChat? Gotta repay you..." Sultry office lady vibes.
"Hot stuff! That move was epic—teach me? Here's my number..." Sporty beauty, all confidence.
……
Lin Zimo eyed the dazzling sea of white—pale skin, thighs everywhere—head spinning a bit.
Meanwhile—
Shi Luoyin's fans went wild.
"Luoyin! Huge fan—photo together?"
"Aaaah! Fairy Luoyin, you're gorgeous! Signature, please?..."
"Luoyin! Luoyin! Love you forever—mwah!"
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