Chapter 893: 490 The Humorous Hijacking (Part 1)

"Everyone, sit down! Don't stand up!"

Unaware that the airship he had hijacked carried two passengers of immense stature, the thin, tall robber—dressed in an old overcoat—swung the nail gun he somehow brought aboard, then adjusted his crooked face mask and barked angrily:

"You're all my captives! Immediately order someone to change course! Or I'll…"

Here, the robber hesitated slightly, glancing around the first-class cabin, then squarely pointed the gun at Leon, who sat in the best seat, dressed in fine robes with a beautiful companion beside him, and threatened sharply:

"Or I'll shoot him!"

"…."

I knew it would come down to me…

Looking at the black muzzle pointed at him, Leon fell silent for a moment, then sighed inwardly with weary resignation.

He wasn't afraid—not because of Nicole sitting beside him, but because the airship had barely left the capital's borders, and his immortality still functioned normally; even if shot, he'd be fine.

What truly annoyed him was how consistently his cursed luck manifested.

According to Tang Mu's words, his misfortune stemmed from the world's will labeling him a "harmful" existence, constantly seeking to eliminate him.

But the world's way of eliminating him wasn't a meteor strike—it was arranging this hijacking, sending a robber armed with a homemade nail gun to do the job. It was darkly humorous…

…

"Hurry up!"

Convinced Leon was the highest-ranking passenger, the trembling robber pressed his finger to the trigger, sweat beading on his forehead as he roared:

"If you don't want to die, send someone to the cockpit and make the airship fly where I say!"

"Mm-hmm."

Watching the robber—clearly terrified, his face mask soaked and slipping down—Leon couldn't help but smile slightly, and kindly advised:

"Your mask's about to fall. Pull it up."

"Ah! Thanks…"

At Leon's words, the robber instinctively adjusted his soaked mask and even politely thanked him.

But the next second he realized his mistake—understanding what he'd just done, the exposed part of his forehead flushed visibly red, and he exploded in rage:

"Are you mocking me?"

"I'm not mocking you. Just giving you a friendly reminder."

As a veteran hijacker himself, Leon couldn't help but tease the clearly "inexperienced" rookie before him:

"When you picked that face mask, what were you thinking? Why choose something this non-breathable? You're covering your mouth and nose so tightly, and you're going to keep it on for hours—don't you suffocate?"

"I…"

"Also, that mask is made of thin gauze—it loosens when soaked with sweat. Even if you tied a knot at the back of your head, it'll still slide down. You'll have to keep holding it up. If you really want to conceal your face, go buy a few thick pantyhose from the department store. That's what you actually need."

"…."

Wait… are you seriously mentally ill?

Watching the robber, gun pressed to his head, not cowering or ordering his men to seize control—but instead lecturing him on how to wear a mask—Leon's hijacker stared blankly, then erupted in fury:

"Stop wasting my time! Send your men to the cockpit! Make the airship fly where I say—or I'll shoot you!"

"Mm-hmm."

After giving the female journalist a "stay put" glance, Leon—who'd decided to use his brain instead of his fists—raised both hands in surrender, then asked with curiosity:

"Mind if I guess? Have you ever been to the airship's cockpit?"

The robber froze, then replied warily:

"How do you know?"

Leon chuckled slightly:

"Because if you had, you'd know the crew's main job in the cockpit is weather logging. This thing's fully automated—it doesn't need them to fly it."???

Huh?!?!

Leon's answer left the robber utterly stunned. His mouth moved silently beneath the mask, speechless.

If this thing flies itself… then what the hell did I hijack?

"Also, if you don't mind, may I ask?"

Looking at the dazed robber, Leon asked calmly:

"What's your goal in hijacking this airship? Care to explain?"

"…."

"It's fine—just say it. You've already failed. Even if you hijacked it, you can't change its course."

Hmm… if you won't talk, I can guess.

Since you don't recognize anyone in first class, you're not here for ransom. So are you threatening someone? Or… planning to crash it into something?"

"I…"

Hearing Leon's words, the masked robber—his dream shattered—fell silent, then let the nail gun drop limply. His voice grew low:

"I want revenge on the Kingdom of Krok. I'm going to crash this airship into the Krok Royal Palace…"

Huh…

Looking at the robber who'd clearly come to die, Leon raised an eyebrow, puzzled:

"So how were you planning to escape? Parachute out early? What if they changed course after you jumped?"

"I never planned to escape!"

Hearing Leon's question, the masked robber clenched his teeth, as if stirred by painful memories:

"Once I boarded this airship, I never intended to get off. Dying for this one life to take down the entire Krok royal family? Worth it."

"Mm-hmm. Bold. But I don't get one thing."

Leon nodded slightly, then asked curiously:

"If you're not planning to live, why wear a mask at all?"

"…."

Right… I'm going to die. Why am I wearing a mask?

Leon's words jolted the robber awake. He ripped off his soaked mask and threw it aside, then sank to his knees, covering his face and sobbing helplessly.

Honestly, you're a genius.

Watching the robber who'd cried himself silly beside his seat, Leon patted his shoulder, then sighed:

"You can't just act on blind passion. Even hijackers need to study. And never forget to use your brain."

"Also, though I suspect you don't know—I'll ask anyway… do you even know where the Krok Royal Palace is?"

Where's the palace?

At Leon's question, the masked robber stopped crying and asked blankly:

"Do I need to look for it? Isn't the tallest, most beautiful building in the center of any kingdom the royal palace?"

"…."

Good. I didn't overestimate your intelligence.