Hijackers

The short-haired man looked up in shock and saw a woman who seemed to be carrying drinks to the flight attendant. But as she stood up, she collided with one of his companions in a black jacket, and the drinks spilled all over her!

The man sitting with the woman flew into a rage at once. He roared and leapt to his feet, grabbing the man in the black jacket by the collar.

"Are you blind? Don't you have eyes?"

The moment he stood up, everyone looked up in unison—he was at least two meters tall, broad and powerfully built like a solid door, his brows furrowed and eyes glaring as if he wanted to kill someone.

Black jacket instinctively tried to break free and said irritably, "How is this my fault? Who knew she'd suddenly stand up?"

The man grew even angrier, raising his fist as he snarled, "Looks like you're asking to die..."

"Sorry, sorry!" The short-haired man hurriedly squeezed his way over to apologize. "This is entirely our fault! How much are the clothes? I'll pay! We'll compensate you double!"

"Compensate?" Black jacket shouted angrily as well. "I think this woman did it on purpose! Otherwise, I wouldn't have—"

"Shut up!" the short-haired man roared, shooting him a murderous glare.

"Don't mind that inconsiderate fool." Their other companion, the woman with glasses, spoke gently. "Just name your price."

The fourth person at the back narrowed his triangular eyes, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

At his companion's meaningful glance, the man in the black jacket suddenly came to his senses—

That was right. Everyone on this plane would soon be dead!

If that was the case, what did the amount of compensation matter?

They were all empty promises anyway. Even if they named a hundred million,