Chapter 10: Shiguo Yi!

During Senita Takeshi’s account, he mentioned multiple times that Kamikawa Mitsu was the one piloting the plane.

Now, anyone who isn’t an idiot can understand why NH137 survived its “ninety-nine trials and tribulations.”

It is inextricably linked to Kamikawa Mitsu, the pilot.

It was Kamikawa Mitsu’s calmness under pressure and exceptional piloting skills that saved NH137.

As for this.

Those present and those watching on television couldn’t help but feel curious.

They wondered what kind of person this godlike Kamikawa Mitsu was.

What he looked like, how tall he was, whether he was handsome, and so on.

After all, to everyone’s eyes, NH137 hadn’t been hijacked—but it was as if it had been.

A plane hijacked by Death himself.

And Kamikawa Mitsu had snatched the plane right out of Death’s hands.

Inside the NH137 cabin.

Wang Zun covered his face with one hand, utterly exasperated.

Mr. Senita, didn’t I just tell you not to mention me? How can you break your promise like this?

Not long ago, when Minister Saito amplified his voice, Wang Zun and the others uncovered the source of the misunderstanding.

To avoid further danger and prevent misstatements, Senita Takeshi volunteered to clear up the confusion—after all, from a positional standpoint, he was the most suitable person for the task.

Before opening the cabin door, Wang Zun specifically warned him.

Absolutely do not mention me.

At that time, Senita Takeshi asked why.

Wang Zun’s reason was that if everyone found out he was the pilot, countless people would come after him—media interviews, and so on—this would be too much trouble!

He hated trouble.

Of course, there was another reason.

But Wang Zun didn’t say it aloud.

That was because as a transmigrator, he hadn’t yet fully figured out Kamikawa Mitsu’s identity—where he lived, what his parents did, and so on.

If the media asked, he’d have to make up excuses to respond—too much trouble!

Outside the cabin door.

Perhaps sensing everyone’s thoughts, the stunned Minister Saito’s eyes flickered, and he spoke at the right moment.

“Senita Takeshi, bring your people out. No one is to fire without my order!”

“Hai!”

“Hai!”

Senita Takeshi nodded and said a few words to Wang Zun and the others inside the cabin.

Then he waved toward Wang Zun.

“Kamikawa Mitsu, come over here.”

“Mr. Senita.” Wang Zun rolled his eyes, gazing at him with wounded reproach.

Seeing this, Senita Takeshi laughed heartily: “Don’t blame me for revealing you, Kamikawa Mitsu—I just think you shouldn’t be buried in obscurity, haha.”

On the other side.

Outside the NH137 cabin.

All media outlets had already pointed their cameras at the cabin door.

Senita Takeshi stepped out.

Behind him, one figure after another emerged.

The co-pilot, the chief flight attendant, the flight attendants, the passengers—all filed out in sequence.

Watching the stream of figures exiting the cabin—men and women, tall and short, old and young, fat and thin—it was dizzying.

Soon after.

All 231 people on board, including the deceased captain, had emerged.

Whether present at the scene or watching on television, everyone widened their eyes.

Their gazes swept back and forth across the crowd of 231.

“Where is he! Where is he! Who is Kamikawa Mitsu?”

“There are so many people—who on earth is Kamikawa Mitsu?”

“I want to see Kamikawa Mitsu! Get out of my way, don’t push me!”

At the airport, reporters, medical staff, police, and others all stood on tiptoe, straining to see through the crowd.

Even the highly trained, unflappable SAT officers, stationed atop the NH137 fuselage, one hand raised to shield their eyes, scanned the crowd below.

They were all searching.

Searching for the one person who was Kamikawa Mitsu.

Senita Takeshi had given too little information—just a name.

Finding a single person among 231, knowing only their name, was nearly impossible.

Just then.

Minister Saito moved, stepping forward toward the 231 people.

The cameras immediately swung to focus on Minister Saito.

Others might not know who Kamikawa Mitsu was, but as the operation’s commander, Minister Saito surely had the passenger manifest.

He knew who Kamikawa Mitsu was!

Instantly, every eye fixed on Minister Saito.

On the other side.

Wang Zun, who hadn’t walked out with Senita Takeshi and was blending into the crowd to slip away, turned his neck to look left.

Someone was walking toward him.

The man wore a Japanese police uniform, bearing the rank insignia of Keishi-sei.

Keishi-sei—that was one rank higher than Senita Takeshi’s position, a senior police official.

“Uh…” Wang Zun’s lip twitched as he saw Minister Saito approaching.

It seemed today’s trouble was unavoidable.

Minister Saito wasn’t just walking in this direction—his gaze was locked squarely on Wang Zun.

Clearly, he was coming for Wang Zun.

Wang Zun had planned to lean against the crowd, squeeze in, and disappear.

But the passengers and flight attendants around him uncooperatively stepped aside.

They cleared a space, leaving Wang Zun isolated in the center, glaringly conspicuous.

Wang Zun looked around at the passengers and flight attendants—they were all winking at him.

Their meaning was obvious.

Saviour, we’ve done all we can—now it’s up to you.

Wang Zun’s lip twitched.

Your sister, now.

Others nearby also noticed the situation and tilted their heads.

????

High school student?

Watching Minister Saito stride straight toward the high school student, a strange possibility arose in everyone’s minds.

A senseless possibility arose spontaneously in everyone’s hearts.

No way…

According to forum rumors, NH137 had been hijacked—apparently by a high school student.

Now, the hijacking of NH137 was a false report, yet Minister Saito still walked toward the only high school student among the 231.

Combined with Senita Takeshi’s words,

it was hard not to form a thought…

Everyone’s breathing quickened, pupils constricted, blood surged, hearts pounded as if about to leap from their throats.

Everyone’s breathing grew rapid, their pupils constricted, feeling their blood racing faster, their hearts pounding uncontrollably, as if about to leap out through their throats.

The polished leather boots stopped before Wang Zun.

Minister Saito’s face remained expressionless, but those who knew him could see his eyes—no longer cold, filled instead with unhidden astonishment and wonder.

Section Chief Saito still wore his usual blank expression, but those who knew him could see his eyes no longer held their usual coldness—they revealed unmasked astonishment and wonder.

The surrounding noise vanished instantly.

All eyes fixed on Wang Zun and Minister Saito.

The scene was bizarre.

Unprecedented.

One was a high school student in ordinary uniform; the other, a top official of the Metropolitan Police Department.

In age, status, and everything else, they belonged to entirely different worlds—there should be no connection between them.

Regardless of age, status, or other factors, the two were on entirely different levels and should have had no overlap.

Yet now, the two were gazing at each other.

Looking into each other’s eyes.

It was clear that the high school student, despite being stared at by a top official of the Metropolitan Police Department, showed not the slightest fear or unease.

Instead, it was Minister Saito…

who had lost his usual blank, cold expression—his face filled with shock, his emotions visibly shaken.

He stood frozen for more than three seconds.

Then Minister Saito stopped standing still, slowly raised his hand, shook Wang Zun’s hand, and for the first time ever, his impassive face broke into an expression of admiration as he spoke.

“Kamikawa-kun, impressive.”

Whoa!

Like a pot of boiling water overturned, steam erupted everywhere.

The airport, the television screens—suddenly erupted in chaos.

A cacophony of startled shouts and screams exploded, ringing throughout the airport and before every television.

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