A complete falling out wouldn't benefit them, either. Surely these guys aren't really unafraid of death?
Just then, the middle-aged man behind Xia Liang twitched his foot out of sheer nervousness. The sudden movement immediately caught the hijackers' attention, and one of them whirled around, glaring menacingly at the man.
"What are you doing!" The bandit, Number Three, pointed his gun at the middle-aged man.
This act instantly drew the eyes of all the first-class passengers, who watched cautiously as the scene unfolded. The blanket slipped from the middle-aged man's head, revealing a face completely drained of color. Sweat poured from his forehead like rain.
"I..." He had never experienced anything like this. With a gun pointed at his head, his life could be snuffed out at any moment.
