The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 412 - 402 I Can’t Control It

Chapter 412: Chapter 402 I Can’t Control It

Half an hour later, the two of them boarded the plane.

On the plane, because there were people in front and behind them, Long Chen and Lan’er didn’t talk about the Cultivation World. Instead, they discussed many emotional matters.

Of course, most of the time, it was Lan’er, curiously asking all sorts of questions.

Just as the two of them were getting into their conversation, Lan’er and Long Chen suddenly smelled a stench.

Lan’er glanced back and nearly threw up, leaning closer toward Long Chen.

Because the person behind them was wearing stinky socks, stretching their feet high above, right over Lan’er’s head.

It was hard to say he wasn’t doing it on purpose, given his extremely arrogant and disdainful expression.

Long Chen frowned, stood up, and calmly said, "Sir, I hope you can withdraw your feet; they are affecting us."

"Is that so? How are they affecting you?" the man asked indifferently.

"Your foot odor is too strong; please retract them, thank you," Lan’er politely said.

"My ’scent’ has reached you, miss. How about I add you on WeChat?" the man teased.

Lan’er’s eyes narrowed, and her expression turned very ugly.

"This big brother, taking off your shoes on the plane is not only affecting them, but we can all smell it too. It’s very unethical. Please put them back on."

"Yes, put them on, your feet are almost touching someone’s head."

"Put them back."

Many passengers were advising him.

But the man remained indifferent and disdainfully said, "If any of you are dissatisfied, come and hit me. One punch, one million, hit me as you please."

"Are you determined to disgust us like this?" Long Chen asked.

"So what if I am? You poor wretch, dare to hit me? Do you know why I act this way? It’s because a poor bugger like you has such a sexy and pretty girlfriend; it makes me uncomfortable," the man sneered.

"Goodness, you really are something. I’ll warn you one last time, do you retract your foot yourself, or do I help you? If I help you, this leg of yours might have to lie in bed for a year and a half before it gets better. Think carefully before you answer," Long Chen’s expression was very serious.

"Yo, trying to scare me? You have the guts, break it. If you can’t break it, I won’t pull it back," the man answered disdainfully.

"Fine, give me your card number," Long Chen said, taking out his phone.

"Trying to scare me? Come on, I’ll give you my card number."

The man actually gave Long Chen his card number.

Long Chen didn’t hesitate at all and immediately transferred one million yuan.

The moment the man received the money, he panicked.

"You... you’re serious?"

The man’s color changed.

"Of course."

Long Chen swung a punch.

Crack.

With just one punch, the man’s leg bone broke.

He was stunned for a moment, then let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Long Chen was worried about blood spilling, so he used a special technique to control the bleeding; the man only felt the pain without seeing any blood.

The passengers all gasped in shock; they hadn’t expected this young man to be serious.

"That’s better."

Long Chen sat back down as if he had just done something trivial.

After the man felt slightly better, he said through gritted teeth, "You’re ruthless, I acknowledge it. Just you wait."

"What’s that? Then you calculate, how much is your life worth? I’ll transfer it right now," Long Chen stood up and glared at the man.

The man shivered with fright, pale as a ghost: "I... I was joking, don’t take it seriously, I just said it in anger previously."

"You’d better behave, and don’t make a sound to disturb everyone, otherwise I might throw you out from high altitude," Long Chen seriously warned.

"I understand," the man endured the pain.

A flight attendant came by, saw what was happening, and asked if the man needed any help.

"My leg is broken," the man said in a low voice.

"Your leg is broken?" The flight attendant was startled: "Did it break before you boarded the plane?"

"It was just broken now," the man said.

The flight attendant’s face changed slightly: "Who broke it?"

"Him," the man pointed at Long Chen in front.

Hearing this, the flight attendant, not knowing the situation, became very serious and angry and blamed Long Chen.

Long Chen didn’t bother to argue and ignored her.

At this point, someone who couldn’t stand listening any longer stopped the flight attendant as she talked about calling the police, and explained the situation.

"So you’re saying it was this gentleman himself who offered one million to have his leg broken?" The flight attendant was stunned.

"Yes, that’s exactly the situation," a passenger said.

"Alright."

The air hostess gave a wry smile.

Then, she said to the man whose leg had been broken, "Sir, you were at fault first, and it was you who demanded the million for breaking your leg. So, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about it. However, if you need any other services, please feel free to call me."

"Just get lost."

The man said irritably.

"Sure thing."

The air hostess lifted her foot to leave.

"Wait."

At this moment, Long Chen called out to the air hostess.

"Sir, do you need something?"

The air hostess asked.

"Yes," Long Chen said. "You seemed quite pleased scolding me just now, don’t you think you owe me an apology?"

"I’m sorry, sir, it was wrong of me to scold you without fully understanding the situation."

She bowed deeply.

"Just bowing and that’s it?"

Long Chen smiled. "How about this, you give me a massage for ten minutes, and I’ll give you a three-minute massage afterward. Then we can call it even, how does that sound?"

"This..."

The beautiful air hostess didn’t know how to refuse.

What she didn’t know was that Long Chen had noticed she suffered from a lumbar disc herniation. The condition could be serious or minor, and Long Chen wanted to help her out.

"Come closer, I want to tell you something."

Long Chen beckoned.

"Alright."

The air hostess stepped closer.

On her name badge, Long Chen saw the name ’Luo Qingqing,’ which was her name.

"Nice name."

Long Chen smiled.

"Is that what you wanted to say?"

Luo Qingqing felt played.

"No, no, no, just listen carefully."

Long Chen lowered his voice and whispered a few words to her.

After he finished, Luo Qingqing’s expression was one of shock. "How... How did you know?"

"Don’t worry about how I knew. Just tell me, the request I just made, will you do it? I won’t force you if you don’t agree, and you’re free to leave anytime. It doesn’t matter to me," Long Chen said with a smile.

"I’ll do it."

Luo Qingqing agreed without hesitation.

Then, she walked over to Long Chen and began to knead his muscles.

On the plane, many male passengers envied the scene, curious about what Long Chen had said to have such a stunning air hostess massage him.

Lan’er was dumbstruck and felt a bit annoyed afterward; this guy was such a scumbag.

As Luo Qingqing worked on Long Chen’s strong muscles, her heart skipped with excitement.

This man was not only devilishly handsome, but his physique seemed quite impressive too.

Was he not afraid that the buxom beauty beside him would be jealous of her massaging him so brazenly?

Luo Qingqing’s mind wandered for a moment.

The ten minutes went by quickly.

"It’s your turn now."

Long Chen stood up.

Luo Qingqing nodded and sat in Long Chen’s seat.

"Wait, wait, just wait a second, what are you planning to do? Don’t go too far."

Lan’er quickly said.

"Just sit down and keep quiet."

Long Chen glared at Lan’er.

"Oh, got it."

Lan’er pouted, looking aggrieved.

Luo Qingqing hurriedly whispered: "Ma’am, he just wants to treat my lumbar disc herniation; there’s no other intention. Please don’t misunderstand."

"Is that so?"

Lan’er looked confused.

Meanwhile, Long Chen had already extended his hand and placed it on Luo Qingqing’s waist, beginning to gently knead.

Luo Qingqing immediately felt as if a gentle force entered her waist, bringing her indescribable comfort.

With Long Chen’s skilled hands, Luo Qingqing couldn’t help but moan softly.

The moans sounded quite sensual.

Long Chen’s heart skipped a beat. This woman was interesting.

"You cover your ears, what’s there to listen to, you scoundrel."

An indignant man on some other seat was being told off by a woman.

"Miss Luo, you might want to keep it down a little; your voice is somewhat misleading," Long Chen whispered.

"I know, I... ah, oops..."

Luo Qingqing didn’t finish her sentence before the overwhelming comfort made her lose control again.

"Hey, even I’m feeling all tingly hearing that, Miss Luo, are you doing this on purpose?"

Lan’er shivered.

"I... I really didn’t mean to, I can’t help it."

Luo Qingqing was almost in tears.