Eugene was under Jack's control. Anger and the unwillingness to admit defeat mingled on his face, twisting it into a mask of fury. His operation had failed; it was the end of the world!
Despite that, he still didn't want to give up. He struggled to break free of Jack's chokehold, but it was in vain. Jack was as strong as an unmovable mountain. Eugene couldn't breathe under his restraint.
"It's time for you to go to hell!"
With that, Jack swung a punch at Eugene's head with enough force to make anyone cower in fear. Eugene crumpled onto the floor.
Jack slowly exhaled and smiled, looking tired but satisfied. He turned to look at the air stewardesses who were trembling in a corner and said softly, "The crisis has been averted. We're safe now."
The air stewardesses looked up at him, their eyes full of admiration and respect now that they'd survived the ordeal. They couldn't believe the masked man standing before them had such strength and courage. They swiftly got to work, spreading the good news to each passenger.
"Thank you…" Wendy said, choking up. Her voice was weak but filled with gratitude. This was her first time appreciating how wonderful it was to be alive.
Wilhelmina nodded profusely and said, "Thank you so much!"
Her beautiful face seemed all the more so because of her agitated flush. She didn't even dare to meet Jack's eyes—they seemed to have the ability to suck her in.
Wendy couldn't help thinking that it would be great if she could see his face. She parted her lips but ultimately held herself back from asking him to remove his mask.
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