And...
Kid glanced in Irish's direction out of the corner of his eye—the person who had been watching him just now was clearly in league with the fake security guard from yesterday, yet after boarding, they had deliberately sat apart instead of together.
Kid: "..." These two must be members of that Mysterious Organization Jiang Xia had mentioned.
If so, he could not sleep for the rest of the flight. He had to watch out in case those people suddenly came over and tugged at his face—while ordinary people would have some difficulty dealing with a Phantom Thief, this was an enclosed cabin. And if they really belonged to some Mysterious Organization, then strictly speaking, they were not ordinary people at all. He had to be careful.
In first class, a strange chain of vigilance gradually formed.
At the same time, up in the cockpit, the pilot seemed to have run into a bit of trouble as well.
The Captain slapped his face hard a few times, then took several deep breaths and forced himself to perk up.
One of the co-pilots was Japanese. He had worked with the Captain for years, and they were on good terms. Hearing the movement beside him, the co-pilot looked over with some concern. "Are you okay?"
The Captain sighed. "Didn't sleep well last night."
Seeing how sleepy he truly was, the co-pilot asked, "Want me to get you some coffee?"
"Sure." The Captain did not refuse, but he could not help sighing again. "Once I finish these few runs, I should start thinking about retirement. At my age, flying long-haul routes every day really is too much."
The co-pilot laughed. "Don't say that. You're in your prime. Besides, you can't just say things like that. I hear the youngsters call it a