CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 214 FAILURE

A complete falling out wouldn’t benefit them, either. Surely these guys aren’t really unafraid of death?

Just then, the middle-aged man behind Xia Liang twitched his foot out of sheer nervousness. The sudden movement immediately caught the hijackers’ attention, and one of them whirled around, glaring menacingly at the man.

"What are you doing!" The bandit, Number Three, pointed his gun at the middle-aged man.

This act instantly drew the eyes of all the first-class passengers, who watched cautiously as the scene unfolded. The blanket slipped from the middle-aged man’s head, revealing a face completely drained of color. Sweat poured from his forehead like rain.

"I..." He had never experienced anything like this. With a gun pointed at his head, his life could be snuffed out at any moment.

Xia Liang’s brow furrowed. Although they were complete strangers, he wasn’t so cold-blooded as to watch a man die when he had the power to intervene. He began to circulate his Spiritual Power, preparing to unleash it in the next second and knock out everyone on the plane. This was also a safety precaution. After all, to get so many prohibited items on a plane... He wouldn’t believe there was no inside help even if you beat him to death.

But just as he was about to act, a commotion erupted from the economy class. A figure shot out and tackled the hijacker known as Number Eight to the ground.

"Damn it! You dare to fight back? You’re looking to die!" Number Eight scrambled to his feet, his face a mask of pure fury.

The man who had intervened was in his thirties. But unlike the paunchy, trembling man from before, this square-faced man was not only physically strong but also exuded a deadly aura. It was clear he was no ordinary person.

In that instant, excitement surged through the passengers. Their despair gave way to a glimmer of hope. Someone was actually trying to save them! For a moment, they completely forgot that there were eight hijackers on board.

"That skill! That aura! He’s definitely not an ordinary person!"

"It’s the Weiguo Army! Great! We’re saved! That’s the Weiguo Army, the defenders of our Dragon Country! It looks like we’re going to be saved after all!"

"Hey, brother! Take down these bastards! You can do it!"

He was a hero in their eyes. They had never felt such profound admiration for a soldier as they did at this moment.

The hijacker leader, Number One, told Number Three to keep an eye on things here while he went to check on the economy class. But when he saw the scene, he frowned.

"Number Eight, you’re completely useless! Finish him off now! If you can’t, I’ll shoot. Got it?"

Number Eight’s face contorted with malice. "Damn it! Watch how This Master will kill you, you piece of trash!"

As a former mercenary who had seen his share of battlefields, Number Eight was naturally skilled and brimming with confidence. After all, he had shed the blood of Weiguo Army soldiers from various countries. If he messed up here, he might as well get out of the business entirely.

He charged, throwing a powerful punch at the formidable man.

Seeing this, Xia Liang quickly began to compress his Spiritual Power, hoping to increase his chances of a successful, controlled intervention. If something unexpected were to happen, it could get truly troublesome.

Watching the incoming fist, the Weiguo Army soldier shifted his footing slightly, easily dodging Number Eight’s punch. He then swiftly threw a straight punch, striking his opponent’s body.

"FUCK! I’ll kill you!" Number Eight cried out, his face contorted in pain. But this Weiguo Army soldier was incredibly skilled, with rich experience in close-quarters combat. Number Eight was facing an impossibly agile opponent who slipped past his attacks like an eel.

Before Number Eight could react, he felt a sudden chill on his neck. The threat of death paralyzed him. The Weiguo Army soldier’s face was a cold, indifferent mask.

"Don’t move if you want to live. Otherwise, I’ll kill you!" With that, the soldier used Number Eight as a human shield, his eyes scanning the front warily. "Drop your guns, now! Or I’ll kill him."

The bandit leader, Number One, lazily lifted his head and looked at Number Eight with indifference.

"Number Eight, you know our rules. If you can’t even handle a guy like this, you’re useless to us."

Before Number Eight could reply, the leader raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

A bullet tore straight through Number Eight’s head.

"You...! You even kill your own men..." The Weiguo Army soldier clearly hadn’t expected these hijackers to be so vicious as to murder one of their own comrades.

The bandit leader, Number One, smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Well, Weiguo Army soldier, how do you plan to threaten me now?"

Damn it! The Weiguo Army soldier realized something was terribly wrong, but the leader had already pulled the trigger again.

BANG!

A bullet shot out, the muzzle flashing. As fast as his reflexes were, he could never be faster than a bullet.

"Argh!"

With a cry of pain, the soldier fell to the ground. A bloody hole had opened in his arm, and crimson blood quickly stained the floor. If he hadn’t reacted in time, that bullet would have pierced his heart, killing him instantly.

The leader waved a hand and ordered coldly, "Get him. Don’t let him die too quickly. I still have a use for him."

"Yes, Boss!" Number Seven dragged the wounded Weiguo Army soldier aside.

Witnessing this, the passengers’ faces turned ashen. Despair washed over them once more as they realized that they were probably going to die here today.

"Sigh, even a soldier from the Weiguo Army that powerful was taken down. It seems our luck has run out!"

"No, no, no! I’m still so young! I haven’t gotten married yet, I’m still a virgin! I don’t want to die!"

"Mommy! I’m scared!"

"Is there anyone else who can save us?!"

...

An overwhelming atmosphere of despair and death filled the cabin.

But the hijacker leader, Number One, just smiled. He loved this kind of atmosphere. Seeing these people terrified brought him more joy than anything else. He stood up, sweeping his gaze across the cabin.

"How wonderful. These are the exact expressions I wanted to see. The more you’re like this, the happier I am! Hahaha..."

It must be said, the man was profoundly twisted; he reveled in the mental torment of others. Just then, the intercom buzzed, and he raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

"I don’t want to kill any of you. As long as they agree to our demand, we’ll let you live. If they refuse, I can promise you this plane will become a river of blood."

He answered the call.

"You should be able to make a decision. I wonder if you’ll agree. A friendly reminder, your five minutes are almost up."

After a brief silence on the other end of the line, a stern voice finally spoke.

"We cannot agree to your demand. Weiss is an internationally notorious criminal."