"Damn! Not enough parachutes!"
Shouted Meng Xianjun as he cursed, "Tang Ming's box only has eight parachutes, we're three short."
"What?"
Tang Ming froze in his actions, nearly stumbling. This private plane was carrying more people than ever before, and the staff was utterly unprepared.
Upon hearing this, those who already had parachutes clutched their parachute bags tightly; no one wanted to miss this chance for survival.
Even though having a parachute might not guarantee survival, in this situation, without a parachute, death was certain.
Tang Ming glanced around—Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli both had parachutes, leaving just the three roommates busy taking care of the girls, forgetting about themselves.
"Damn it!"
Tang Ming cursed and shouted loudly, "Chen Cang, give your parachute to Hua Yingjie. Immediately use the seatbelt to tie yourself and Mengting together; you two will share one. Make sure to protect Mengting's safety."
"Got it!"
