Wade's Smart Mouth!

The clouds around the plane were thick and dark, and the airflow was not very stable, making the plane feel somewhat bumpy.

James sat in the cabin, leaning forward with his arms resting on his thighs, his hands clasped tightly together, his head down, and his eyes closed. Although he tried to appear calm, his tightly clasped hands and the knuckles that were white from the effort betrayed his inner tension and unease.

The aircraft they were on was not a luxurious and comfortable private jet, but a military aircraft with practicality as its main focus. The cabin was very simply furnished, with only a long bench placed on each side of the cabin wall, where the eight people sat facing each other in four rows.

Victor and James sat together. Across from Victor, Wade was holding a long, thin whetstone, intently sharpening his long knife.

The cabin was unusually quiet at this moment, except for the noise from the plane's high speed and the occasional sound of Wade sharpening his knife.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

The clear, rhythmic sound of sharpening knives echoed through the cabin, but no one spoke. It was rare for the talkative Wade to keep quiet. Everyone quietly enjoyed this rare tranquility, hoping that Wade could keep sharpening his knives like this forever and never utter a word.

However, it is clear that their idea is impossible to realize.

Not long after, without anyone speaking, Wade started talking to himself.

The moment he opened his mouth, everyone rolled their eyes. A feeling of something beautiful being ruined welled up in their hearts. They had never liked silence so much.

Wade was unaware of what others were thinking, or rather, even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. A qualified, persistent chatterbox wouldn't change himself because of other people's preferences, nor could he.

Stopping his sharpening, Wade picked up the katana with both hands, looking it over as he muttered to himself.

"You know what? I love this knife more than anything else in the world."

After saying that, Wade looked up at Victor sitting opposite him and asked seriously.

Do you want to know why?

Victor was in a very bad mood, didn't even look at Wade and coldly squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"In no mood!"

Wade, however, seemed not to hear Victor's words and continued speaking to himself.

"Because it has commemorative significance."

As Wade spoke, he looked up at Victor across from him with a serious expression.

"This knife is a bit long, so it's not easy to bring it on a plane."

"But what if you pull out two knives at your ex-girlfriend's wedding?"

"They will never forget!"

After listening, Victor coldly looked down at Wade, who was sitting opposite him and a head shorter than him, and said in a chilling voice.

"Wade, that's hilarious."

"I think you've confused me with those scumbags."

Wade chuckled slyly upon hearing Victor's words.

"Probably, but it's definitely not as cool as using a gun, bone claws, or the nails of a shopaholic."

Wade seemed oblivious to the chill in Victor's words, continuing his taunts and dragging others into it as well.

As Wade finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to the two men, with Agent Zero and James, who were caught in the crossfire, looking at Wade with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

Victor and Wade stared at each other coldly, and the atmosphere quickly became tense. Victor casually crossed his ten fingers between his legs, and his sharp nails, which originally extended less than half a centimeter from the tips, quickly grew longer and soon became claws that were more than two centimeters long.

Wade sensed the violent aura rising from Victor and felt a great threat. He gripped the hilt of his knife, ready to deal with Victor's attack at any moment.

Their eyes met in the air, locked in a fierce confrontation, and the atmosphere in the entire cabin became extremely tense. Just when things seemed about to escalate and a fight was imminent, Wade's habit of being sarcastic kicked in again.

With a whoosh, Wade suddenly raised the hand holding the whetstone.

Would you like your nails done?

Sitting next to Victor, James sensed Victor's anger and, fearing they might actually fight and accidentally destroy the plane, quickly warned him.

"Victor, calm down!"

The thought of that possibility sent chills down James's spine.

He can't fly. If the plane is destroyed by the two men's fight, he will fall directly from thousands of meters in the air. The scene is too beautiful for him to imagine.

Victor remained unmoved by these words, instead grinning menacingly and revealing two sharp fangs, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Just when everyone thought the two were about to fight, Wade suddenly spoke up while staring at Victor.

"I saw that Fred got a new tattoo."

Everyone was speechless at his sudden, seemingly random remark, but James still turned to look at Fred was sitting on the other side of him with his bare, muscular arms.

Upon closer inspection, James did indeed spot a new tattoo on Fred's arm, a tattoo of a woman with a voluptuous figure.

The tattoo of the woman in a sexy pose felt very familiar to James. Soon, he remembered it and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my god, Fred, you only met her last night!"

The sexy woman tattooed on Fred's arm is the one they met at the bar last night.

"I love her."

Fred said blankly, chewing on the beef jerky in his mouth.

James was speechless upon hearing this.

"You fell in love with her after sleeping with her for one night?"

Fred did spend the night with this woman, but James still found it hard to accept that he had fallen in love with her after just one night.

Fred answered with a serious expression.

"She is a gymnast."

Sitting at the very front of the cabin, close to the cockpit, Bradley couldn't help but grin upon hearing this, while James looked speechless.

Fred, who seems dull and unassuming, is actually a secretly passionate guy.

However, after this banter, the tense and explosive confrontation between Wade and Victor was finally broken.

Victor glanced coldly at Wade, retracted the fingernails that had sprung out from his hand, tilted his head back against the bulkhead, and ignored Wade.

Just then, Chen Mo, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, spoke to Bradley, who was sitting opposite him.

"Bradley, descend."