GOR Chapter 343 I Hate Africa

The shaking seemed as though it could shake a person apart.

Chen Xiaolian woke up from his half-sleeping state and subconsciously moved into a different position.

The leather cushion seat that he was sitting on was riddled with holes and the sponge inside them had long since become unusable. By sticking his hand in, he was able to feel the metal inside it.

It may be possible to sit on this seat for a few minutes. However, sitting on it for hours on this bumpy ride could probably cut a person’s life in half.

As for Chen Xiaolian, he had been sitting here through this bumpy ride for at least three hours.

This was a small type of propeller airplane. Its fuselage was extremely shabby and the sound made by its engine resembled a patient suffering from bronchitis. Sitting inside the airplane made him anxious. He feared that the engine might suddenly go off without any warning.

The outer surface of the fuselage had mostly fallen. Some places were patched up with strips of iron.

Most concerning of all was the pilot in the cockpit who reeked of alcohol. He had a wine flask in one hand and would occasionally take a sip from the...