Chaos

A crisp ringing suddenly sounded in the dim, crowded cargo hold.

Past layer upon layer of shelves and suitcases, the source of the ringing was an inconspicuous black suitcase hidden deep inside.

Had Moody been in the cargo hold at that moment, his Magical Eye would have seen through the suitcase's plastic shell, through the light, fluffy cotton-linen clothes inside, and seen the spring mechanism on a toy suddenly triggered—

Bang!

Crack!

The orange-red Glass Vial suddenly shattered, and a ball of Blue Flame sealed inside it leaped out!

The instant it came into contact with the air, it erupted with astonishing heat, instantly igniting the grease-soaked clothing around it!

Boom!!!

The flames expanded and spread at an unbelievable speed. In the blink of an eye, they burned through the flimsy suitcase and lunged toward the other passengers' luggage with bared fangs and claws.

The pungent stench of burning plastic immediately filled the air. Thick smoke rapidly swelled, swept into the ventilation system like black ghosts, and was carried unstoppably toward other parts of the plane.

"Stay strong, Mr. Martin."

A rather portly passenger hugged the weeping hijacker who was apologizing, then turned to all the passengers in the cabin and said:

"Though I'm not particularly well-off myself, I'm personally willing to donate two thousand dollars to Mr. Martin and his daughter to help them through this difficult time!"

Another passenger immediately chimed in, shouting, "How generous, Mr. Jennings! Just what you'd expect from the owner of Cornerstone Insurance!"

Clap clap clap...

He raised both hands and applauded vigorously, and the other passengers followed suit. The insurance company owner smiled and waved at everyone, looking exceptionally kind and approachable.

Though Thomas O'Brien had never heard of that insurance company, he still applauded along with the crowd, unable to stop