CHAPTER 217: CHAPTER 217: NOT BUYING THIS ACT

He even helped Luu Qi and Shi Qiang move Number Two’s body and retrieved something from it.

Meanwhile, Number Four had been watching the entire time as Number Two went past. When Number Two suddenly fell silent, Number Four started to panic.

"Number Two? Number Two, where are you? Respond if you can hear me!"

The radio on the other end remained silent.

Number Four knew something had gone terribly wrong. He didn’t dare go up and become the next victim, so he hurriedly called Number One.

"Number One! This is Number Four! There seems to be a problem in the first-class cabin. I can’t reach Number Three, and Number Two just went over and lost contact as well."

Upon hearing Number Four’s report, Number One’s face instantly darkened. He stopped the call he was on at once, covering the microphone.

"Don’t act rashly. I’ll be right there."

Only then did he speak into the microphone again.

"I’ll give you ten minutes to consider. After that, for every minute you delay, I will kill one person."

With that, Number One hung up the phone.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly.

Number One’s expression was incredibly grim. He had beaten Number Eight to death, and now Number Two and Number Three were out of contact. Losing three people at once left them critically short-handed. He picked up his radio.

"Number Five, you’re with me. We’re going to check the situation in first class. Everyone else, maintain radio contact."

"Yes!"

After hearing the response, Number One glanced at Long Guojun, whose bleeding had just been stopped by a flight attendant. He turned to Number Seven.

"Keep a close watch on him. If anyone else in here makes the slightest move, shoot to kill."

Hearing this, Number Seven’s face lit up with excitement.

"Yes!" he replied, then licked his lips as he cast a cruel gaze over the passengers in the economy class cabin.

With that done, Number One and Number Five strode toward the business class cabin.

"What happened?" Number One demanded as soon as he reached Number Four.

Number Four hurriedly explained, "Just now, we heard the sound of a fight from first class. Then, we lost contact with Number Three. Number Two went to check, and the moment he stepped inside, he went silent too."

Hearing this, Number One frowned. For them, losing contact was synonymous with death.

Could there be some important figure in first class? Did their bodyguard make a move? But that doesn’t make sense. I’ve seen the passenger list myself. At most, there are a few people worth tens of millions. They’re nowhere near rich enough to afford that kind of bodyguard.

Number One was completely baffled. Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts aside. The priority now was to deal with the unstable element in first class.

He started walking toward the first-class cabin.

Is he that confident in himself? Is he just coming up here to die too? Xia Liang wondered.

But just as Xia Liang was thinking this, his Spiritual Power detected Number One stopping halfway down the aisle.

Number One shouted toward the first-class cabin, "I advise you not to resist. As you all know, Number Three has a bomb on him. If you refuse to surrender with your hands up, I will detonate it, and we’ll all go meet God together."

As he spoke, he held up a detonator, clearly threatening everyone in first class.

Obviously, his words were effective. The tiny spark of resistance that had just been kindled among the passengers was instantly extinguished.

"It’s over, it’s over! What do we do?"

"I don’t want to die! It took me so long to make all this money!"

"Why don’t we just go out and surrender?"

"Yeah! Didn’t they say they wouldn’t take our lives?"

Hearing this, Xia Liang scoffed. To keep the panicked crowd from interfering with his plans, he resorted to a bit of fiction.

"Don’t be afraid," Xia Liang’s voice suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears, transmitted by his Spiritual Power so Number One couldn’t hear. "He’s just bluffing. If he really detonates the bomb, he’ll die too. They’re just mercenaries working for money. No one wants to die unless they’re forced to. We’re from the Dragon Country’s Dragon Group. I will protect you."

Clearly, Xia Liang’s words had an effect. Although a few people were still terrified, the majority chose to believe him. After all, these three young people had effortlessly dealt with two armed hijackers. The name "Dragon Group" especially resonated. Even though they didn’t know what it meant, it sounded impressive and official.

A particularly dramatic middle-aged man exclaimed, "I knew it! The Dragon Group! Is it like those special forces, War Wolf and Thunder? Are you a team composed of Dragon Country’s strongest Kings of Soldiers, silently protecting the nation’s elite?"

At the middle-aged man’s explanation, the entire first-class cabin erupted in a buzz.

"No wonder they weren’t scared of the hijackers!"

"Yes, I was wondering how they could be so fearless in the face of guns!"

"Exactly! And with skills like that! I’m telling you, I saw it—the guy that young lady kicked? His spine must be broken. Even if he survives, he’ll probably be crippled for life."

"And the young man at the entrance knocked a guy out with a single karate chop! That’s stuff you only see in movies. I can’t believe it’s real!"

"The chubby young man was great too. If he hadn’t drawn their attention, the young lady wouldn’t have succeeded so easily."

Hearing the crowd’s discussion and seeing their admiring gazes, Shi Qiang and Luu Qi were completely baffled.

What the hell? When did we join the Dragon Group? How come I don’t know about it?

Both were confused, but they knew now was not the time to ask questions. They could see that the passengers had all calmed down. The two could only offer smiles in response to the crowd’s adoration.

The passengers settled down again, their panic replaced by hopeful looks directed at Xia Liang.

Seeing the silence from the first-class cabin, Number One frowned.

"Do you people really think I’m joking?"

This time, Xia Liang finally spoke aloud.

"Go ahead and press it if you want. We’ve already dismantled the bomb."

What the hell!

Hearing this, Number One was flabbergasted. He wasn’t shocked that they could disarm the bomb. In fact, the device was extremely complex; even a top bomb disposal expert couldn’t disable it in such a short time without risking detonation. No, he was dumbfounded by their complete and utter nonchalance.

Damn it, they had just tossed the choice right back at him!

To ensure they could make a clean getaway, Number One had planted explosives in various places on the plane. These weren’t timed explosives. They were on a dead man’s switch; they would detonate the moment he released the button. This was their ace in the hole for their escape. They just had to inform the Dragon Country officials, then hold down the detonator as they left. No sniper would dare to take a shot. After all, killing him would mean he’d release the switch, and dozens of lives on the plane would be forfeit. Dragon Country would never allow that.

No one wants to die, and he was no different. Because of this, he didn’t even dare make an example out of someone to scare the others. After all, the plane was in mid-air. If a single damn bomb went off...