Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1095: 1070: Emergency Landing

The plane is currently under the control of the co-pilot.

Yet Joanna possesses merely three years of flight experience.

In the face of this abrupt crisis, she found herself overwhelmed and unable to manage alone.

Ye Chen stepped into the cockpit, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had arrived just in time.

A delay of even a few minutes would have spelled certain disaster.

Joanna spotted Ye Chen at that instant, her expression filled with confusion.

This young fellow appeared even younger than herself—could he truly pilot an aircraft?

That seemed utterly impossible.

Pilots require years of built-up expertise, after all.

No way could Joanna accept that Ye Chen possessed such piloting prowess.

Perhaps this youth served as a military aviator?

Hearing Ye Chen claim he could fly the plane left Song Xiaoxiao stunned.

Zhao Hua, however, showed no surprise whatsoever.

Ye Chen was an Immortal, after all—flying a plane was hardly noteworthy for him.

The foreign passengers in the cabin refused to believe it either.

“How could someone so young possibly know how to fly a plane?”

“Our survival odds seem to dwindle with every passing moment.”

“Hua Country folks always love to boast.”

“Bragging right at the edge of life and death, risking everyone on board—unacceptable.”

“Better to let the co-pilot handle it than hand over to him.”

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Joanna turned to Ye Chen and questioned, “Sir, this isn’t the moment for pranks. Do you truly know how to pilot a plane?”

Ye Chen nodded firmly: “Yes, I genuinely know how to fly a plane.”

Doubt clouded Joanna’s gaze as she stared at Ye Chen.

Should Ye Chen turn out to be a fake and feed wrong data, her own flying would offer better survival odds.

Confidence radiated from Ye Chen.

He held Divine Level piloting mastery, after all.

He understood the ins and outs of countless fighter jets and commercial aircraft.

“May I ask how many flight hours you’ve logged, sir?” Joanna inquired.

Ye Chen paused briefly before replying, “It’s tough to pin down exactly, but time presses. Your handling has flaws—if you persist, the plane will surely plummet.”

Joanna could scarcely credit Ye Chen’s statement.

“The aircraft’s coordinates are failing right now, preventing reliance on auto-landing systems. Manual control is essential,” Ye Chen explained.

“With one engine out, fuel dumping from altitude is critical for a safe emergency landing. Otherwise, touchdown risks a fiery crash.”

Ye Chen pointed out and fixed Joanna’s piloting mistakes.

Though skeptical at first, Joanna stood utterly shocked after hearing Ye Chen’s insights.

“I’ll take the controls now; you assist as co-pilot. I promise a safe landing in ten minutes,” Ye Chen declared.

Joanna now trusted Ye Chen completely.

His described techniques rang with supreme professionalism.

The co-pilot, unable to manage further, promptly yielded control to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen cast a glance at the captain then.

Overwhelmed by tension, the captain had passed out, with crew members rushing emergency care.

Ye Chen settled into the pilot’s seat, locking his gaze on the runway far below.

The array of instrument panels baffled most onlookers.

Yet Ye Chen’s Divine Level skills let him master every display effortlessly.

With expert precision, Ye Chen operated the aircraft.

The co-pilot beside him watched in awe, realizing her own efforts had been amateurish.

This man from the East proved the real aviation virtuoso.

Ye Chen shifted to manual mode, seizing full command of the plane.

No automation aided him now—purely his sharp vision guided everything.

“Speed holds at 280; we’re targeting runway 3 for emergency landing.”

By now, the control tower knew of the engine failure.

The airport buzzed with urgent preparations.

The fainted captain news heightened their anxiety.

All sensed a potential catastrophic crash loomed.

“Runway 3 stands clear. Best of luck.”

The tower relayed the team’s well-wishes.

Ye Chen guided the plane with masterful finesse.

The co-pilot marveled at his expert maneuvers, left speechless.

Ye Chen eyed the fuel indicator and furrowed his brow.

In his thoughts, complex calculations whirled flawlessly.

Single-engine landings ranked among aviation’s direst perils.

Each action demanded perfection.

The slightest slip spelled doom.

Ye Chen orbited the airport with the plane.

Rather than diving straight in, he initiated fuel jettison.

“Sir, dumping fuel means no takeoff if landing fails,” Joanna said, puzzled.

“One shot only—failure means total annihilation,” Ye Chen replied solemnly.

A crippled engine couldn’t endure landing impact.

The plane would hurtle like a bomb from above.

Tank fuel would ignite the blast.

Hence, Ye Chen dumped precisely.

Enough remained for landing, depleted exactly on touchdown.

The aircraft looped while shedding fuel.

Crew urged passengers to secure seatbelts.

Silence fell as all prayed fervently.

Ye Chen alone offered their hope.

The purser emerged from the cabin.

Ye Chen activated the video link.

His image, at the controls, flashed on screens.

Folks thought Ye Chen merely aided the co-pilot.

Seeing him fly solo left them dumbfounded.

“Oh my God, this young man is flying our plane.”

“This is madness.”

“How could they let someone so young pilot?”

“We’re finished, zero chance.”

Wails filled the cabin.

Song Xiaoxiao gasped, hand over mouth, upon seeing Ye Chen fly.

“Oh my God, Ye Chen’s the one piloting.”

Zhao Hua felt profound shock and deeper admiration.

No wonder—he’s an Immortal, beyond extraordinary.

Song Xiaoxiao fell utterly under Ye Chen’s spell.

This man painted masterpieces, mastered martial arts, flew planes—practically a god.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Ye Chen, your interim captain. We’ll touch down safely at Yinghuang Airport in five minutes. Stay calm; I guarantee success.”

Ye Chen steadily aligned the nose with the runway.

Hearts pounded in suspense.

The co-pilot felt it most acutely.

As a pro aviator, she grasped single-engine landing’s nightmare difficulty.

Odds worse than one in a million.

The plane banked into its approach.

All braced for savage turbulence.

Yet stability reigned supreme.

No hint of engine trouble unless told.

After fine tweaks, perfect alignment achieved.

Landing angle proved make-or-break.

Tiny errors doomed all aboard.

Ye Chen drew a steady breath, dialing angle and speed to perfection.

Under watchful eyes, the plane hurtled toward the runway.