Chapter Four: If I Cannot Be a Hero, Then I Shall Become a Villain

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Seeing the look in Long Fei’s eyes, the bandit leader was suddenly seized by an inexplicable sense of panic. Without giving it further thought, as if to bolster his own courage, he waved his hand and shouted, “Kill him for me!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Long Fei’s body moved in a flash. Before anyone could react, the bandit holding the gun in front of him let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground, eyes wide open, both hands clutching the dagger embedded in his throat. Perhaps he truly wished to pull it out, but within less than a second, he collapsed stiffly to the floor, utterly motionless.

Even as the bandit’s body fell, Long Fei did not release him. Instead, he charged toward the only remaining gunman on the left, still holding the corpse in his arms. This did nothing to slow him down. Several shots rang out, but the corpse in Long Fei’s grasp became his shield. The dead bandit’s chest was riddled with bullets, but in that lightning-fast instant, Long Fei had already darted behind the final gunman like a ghost, breaking his neck with the same lethal technique, then snatching the AK-47 from his lifeless hands and firing a burst of bullets at the bandit leader, who was just reaching for his own gun.

The leader had barely drawn his weapon halfway before he didn’t dare continue, instead raising his hands, staring at Long Fei in terror. He could never have imagined that this unremarkable, disheveled-looking young man possessed such deadly skills.

Equally astonished was Hou Mengdie, who had been watching from the side. Everything had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even had time to react. Her eyes sparkled as she stared wide-eyed at Long Fei. When he flashed her a wicked grin, she recalled how he had just held her in his arms, and quickly turned her face away, cheeks flushed and heart pounding wildly.

She was certain she didn’t like this man before her—she couldn’t possibly like him. Yet, an inexplicable feeling stirred within her, something she couldn’t quite name or understand.

“You’re very clever! But my principle is, if I make a move, I never hold back. So you still have to die!” Long Fei gave a sinister chuckle as he strode toward the bandit leader.

Hearing this, the leader realized that fighting or not, today he was doomed. He immediately tried to shoot back, but as soon as he moved, his gun hand dropped limply to his side, the weapon clattering to the floor. He clutched his wrist, which now bore a bloody hole from Long Fei’s single, precise shot, blood gushing out in streams.

“Looks like you’re in a lot of pain? Let me help you!” Long Fei approached, a cold smile on his lips, and smashed the butt of his gun into the leader’s head. The blow was effective: the man collapsed immediately, his fate unknown, but Long Fei did not care in the least.

Noticing that everyone in the room was staring at him as if he were some kind of monster, none making any move to celebrate his actions, Long Fei felt a bit disappointed.

If I can’t be a hero, then I’ll just be the villain.

“What are you all staring at? Get moving, change course! The destination is Longhua Airport in Huaxia. Remember, no one is allowed to call the police, or else—” Long Fei drew a finger across his neck in a beheading gesture, sending a chill down everyone’s spines as they instinctively shrank back.

“Hey, beautiful, did I scare you?” Long Fei suddenly turned to Hou Mengdie with a grin.

Hou Mengdie felt rather muddled; the man before her seemed increasingly inscrutable, impossible to see through no matter how hard she tried.

But when Long Fei’s expression suddenly changed and he pointed his gun at her, Hou Mengdie was so startled she nearly screamed. Was this man insane? Just a moment ago he was smiling, and now he was ready to shoot?

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The shot rang out, but Hou Mengdie, eyes shut and bracing for death, felt no pain. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Long Fei was no longer in front of her. Glancing toward the cockpit door, she saw a bandit lying there dead. Only then did she realize that shot hadn’t been meant for her—Long Fei had actually saved her life.

Before she could even feel grateful, Long Fei strode in, dragging the corpse of the final bandit behind him, laughing heartily. “Mission accomplished! Honestly, these terrorists get worse every year. With skills like that, they have the nerve to try a hijacking? I wonder if they’ve all been kicked in the head by pigs!”

“It’s over now. But why are you staring at me like that? Miss, are you alright? Cat got your tongue?” Long Fei threw the corpse to the floor and waved a hand in front of Hou Mengdie’s face.

Has this girl lost her wits? And she’s supposed to be a celebrity? Is she really so easily frightened?

Called a fool by Long Fei, Hou Mengdie wasn’t angry at all. Instead, she lowered her voice, “Thank you.”

“Thank me? I told you, I’m just paying back the favor I owe you. Still, I have to admit, hijacking a plane is quite the thrill. Come on, let’s go back to the cabin—no way you want to stay in here with all these corpses, right?” Long Fei waved her on and strode out, while Hou Mengdie, feeling a sudden wave of nausea at the sight of the bodies, quickly scrambled after him.

In first class, everyone was celebrating, but the moment Long Fei entered with the AK-47, an awkward silence fell. Just moments ago, they’d all been united against him, and now he’d saved them—such an ironic twist.

“Very good, you all seem to know what’s what. Now listen up: this flight is now under my control! Hahaha—hey, you there!” Long Fei laughed, pointing at the flight attendant who had brought him drinks earlier.

She came over with no trace of her previous smile—she was clearly terrified.

“Sir, is there anything you need me to do? I’ll do whatever you ask!” Her voice shook so badly her words were barely coherent.

Huh? Anything I want? Long Fei’s mind wandered with a lecherous grin: If I asked her to play the flute for me, would she do it?

“Heh, alright then, since you offered. Go fetch me a bottle of Erguotou. I feel like having a drink!” Long Fei winked playfully.

The flight attendant looked as if she might burst into tears, her eyes pleading for mercy for all to see.

Seriously? Just a single request and she’s ready to cry?

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“Alright, I was just teasing you. Never mind, go find me a parachute, quickly!” Long Fei waved her off. She stared at him for a moment, then hurried out at a run.

Hijacking a plane had seemed fun at first, but Long Fei’s excitement quickly faded. Everyone remained silent and tense. Sitting in first class, rifle at his side, Long Fei felt increasingly out of place. Checking the time, he shook his head and, grabbing both the submachine gun and the parachute the flight attendant had brought, returned to the cockpit. He ordered the two crew members to carry the guns and the bandits’ bodies to the door of the first-class cabin.

“Open the hatch!” Long Fei commanded the crew beside him.

What?!

This guy’s insane!

Everyone thought the same thing.

Glancing at the time, Long Fei lost patience and, grabbing an AK-47, fired a burst in front of one of the crewmen, making him collapse to the floor, hands over his head, trembling uncontrollably.

“Coward!” Long Fei cursed, then headed back into the cockpit and ordered the crew to lower the plane to minimum altitude, maintaining a flight level of about three thousand meters.

The plane tilted, descending steadily. Soon, they broke through the clouds, and the patchwork of gray and green land below became visible.

Returning to the first-class cabin door, Long Fei saw the crewman had managed to stand but was still shaking like a leaf. Shaking his head, Long Fei sent him back to the cockpit and told several flight attendants to keep their distance.

Bracing himself against the powerful wind, Long Fei opened the door and, one by one, kicked the six terrorists and their weapons out of the plane. Squinting, he surveyed the landscape below, checked the time once more, and, to the shock of everyone, leapt from the aircraft.

Long Fei’s departure was met with thunderous cheers. It seemed that, even though he’d saved them all, no one was willing to see him as a hero—after all, he’d chosen to play the villain.

Of course, someone still felt a pang of concern and loss—that person was Hou Mengdie.

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