29: Chapter 29: Plane Crash 29: Chapter 29: Plane Crash “Alright, you God-forsaken bastard, take these people to economy class.
The BOSS is waiting for us,” Mirel growled.
“GOGOGO, all you pigs from Xia Country, get up.
This is a carnival feast, and it’s also the start of your joyful journey,” Jack’s face twisted cruelly, threatening Ye Xuan and others to head towards the economy class.
At this mont.
Ye Xuan’s face was grim.
He had never expected that simply traveling to Capital City could lead to such an incident.
It seed that wherever he went, soone was always stirring up trouble.
“Hey, kid from Xia Country, if you don’t want your head turned into a sieve, you’d better listen to ,” Jack said, his gaze dark as he watched Ye Xuan remained motionless.
Light breeze, clouds drifting, untainted by dust.
Ye Xuan rose from his seat and strolled towards Jack, his expression extrely calm, yet when his eyes opened and closed, the rciless light was deeply intimidating.
Seeing Ye Xuan walking towards him without a hint of fear, Jack was suddenly taken aback and an even more ferocious expression erged.
He said, “Kid, stop right there.
Take one more step, and I’ll kill you.”
“Mr.
Ye, what are you doing?” The flight attendant cried out in shock.
“Don’t drag us into your death wish,” yelled a passenger from first class in terror.
Buzz!
With a step forward, shifting positions, stirring waves in the air, when Ye Xuan appeared again, he was already standing beside Jack, his hand, clear as jade, gripping the opponent’s neck.
Crack!
His fingers suddenly tightened, the sound of a breaking throat bone sounded, and a large amount of blood spilled from the corners of Jack’s mouth.
Ye Xuan had twisted his neck, killing him instantly.
Bang!
Ye Xuan, like discarding trash, threw the body to the ground.
Jack’s body convulsed on the blood-stained floor, leaving the entire first-class cabin in deadly silence.
“fuck.”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Gunshots exploded, bullets flew, and the sudden death of his companion drastically changed Mirel’s expression.
He pulled the trigger, furiously shooting at Ye Xuan.
Shadows flipped, space froze, but no movent was seen from Ye Xuan, only his hand drawing a beautiful arc in the air with a single motion.
Monts later.
Mirel ran out of bullets, his face pale as death, eyes full of terror, because standing before him, Ye Xuan was completely unhard.
To his despair, the bullets fired from his gun were slowly dropping from Ye Xuan’s hand.
“Ancient…
Ancient Martial Artist…
are you an Ancient Martial Artist from Xia Country?” Mirel muttered tremblingly, his steps slowly retreating before suddenly turning to flee towards the economy class.
“Think you can escape?
Can you?” Ye Xuan said with a slight cold laugh.
Buzz!
His hand reached out, a sucking force appeared, and before Mirel could get a few steps away, his body flew back, directly caught by Ye Xuan’s hand on the Heavenly Spirit.
“Tell , why hijack the plane?” Ye Xuan said calmly.
“If you want to kill, just kill.
Don’t expect to get a word out of ,” Mirel said, his face full of fear but still shouting loudly, his eyes crazed.
“Heh.”
Looking at Mirel’s resolute deanor to rather die, Ye Xuan’s lips curled into a smile, saying, “I admire people like you who aren’t afraid of death.
Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.”
Bang!
While Ye Xuan was speaking, his palm exploded with terrifying force, and Mirel’s body suddenly went limp, blood flowing from his seven orifices as he fell to the ground, dead in Ye Xuan’s hands.
Looking at the gradually cooling corpse at his feet, Ye Xuan mocked with a sneer, softly muttering to himself, “Are humans really this foolish?
Isn’t living better?”
All was silent, deathly quiet.
When two foreign thugs were dead by Ye Xuan’s hand, the three passengers and the flight attendant in first class seed as if their souls had left their bodies, taking a long while to regain their senses.
“Ye…
Mr.
Ye…
You…?”
The thod Ye Xuan had demonstrated was completely beyond the flight attendant’s understanding.
She trembled and tried to say sothing, but the words choked back down her throat.
Terrifying, brutal, and bloody—these were the impressions Ye Xuan left on the flight attendant.
If the two foreign n saw murder as a form of amusent, to the flight attendant, Ye Xuan killing them was as simple as stepping on two ants, showing no change in expression or emotional fluctuation.
A person who can kill without changing expression, as casually as eating or drinking, is undoubtedly the most terrifying.
And Ye Xuan was such a person.
“Stay here, I’ll go check on the economy class,” Ye Xuan said softly, completely disregarding the thoughts of the flight attendant and the others, and directly stepped through the door toward the economy class.
Ye Xuan was not interested in why this gang wanted to hijack the plane; all he knew was that he was on this flight heading for the Capital City.
If they were allowed to hijack successfully, wouldn’t that delay his journey?
In the economy class!
When Ye Xuan stepped in, his eyes narrowed and his expression turned instantly cold.
A pungent sll of blood filled the entire economy class, where the dead bodies of a dozen passengers were conspicuously visible, and the remaining lucky survivors hugged their heads, crouching on the ground, shivering.
Five foreign n holding guns guarded them, the leader wearing a Ghost Face Mask, his sinister eyes gazing through the mask at Ye Xuan, with madness flickering in them.
To an ordinary person, this scene might have been utterly soul-shattering, but it did not cause any ripples in Ye Xuan’s heart.
What truly caused a slight change in his expression were the several plastic bombs placed around the economy class, the red second hand ticking slowly, as if ready to harvest everyone’s lives.
Drip—Drip—Drip!
The sound of the seconds ticking wasn’t loud, but as ti progressed, when the hand reached the endpoint, the outco would likely be destructive for both machine and man.
“May God bless us…
to encounter an Ancient Martial Artist from Xia Country here, but alas, even if you are an Ancient Martial Artist, everyone on this plane, including you, will die today.” The man in the Ghost Face Mask, obviously the leader of this group and equipped with communication devices, was aware that his n had been killed by Ye Xuan.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the cabin door burst open, and the cold fierce wind surged into the cabin, causing the passengers in the economy class to scream shrilly; a huge amount of debris swirled and circled inside the cabin, making the entire airplane jolt violently at this mont.
The man with the Ghost Face Mask sinisterly smiled, waved at Ye Xuan, and together with several subordinates, jumped out of the plane.
Their parachutes swiftly opened and vanished from Ye Xuan’s view.
Terrorists.
Ye Xuan was certain; this group was definitely terrorists, likely a well-organized and preditated terrorist attack.
He couldn’t quite understand who would dare to initiate this attack against Xia Country, a world superpower.
Weren’t these people afraid of Xia Country’s thunderous asures?
These thoughts flashed by quickly, and Ye Xuan swiftly snapped back to reality, knowing he needed to deal with the imdiate crisis first.
Ye Xuan shut the cabin door, and the violent airflow subsided; however, the cries of the passengers inside the cabin did not cease, clearly knowing that the plastic bombs placed around ensured their inevitable death.
“What are you standing around for?
Evacuate the passengers; get them all into first class,” Ye Xuan commanded harshly, imdiately snapping a male flight attendant to attention.
Although he was unaware of Ye Xuan’s identity, he quickly organized the crowd towards first class.
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