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After three days, Peter and some other top members of the LVMH Group sent off Arlan to the airport. 

"Boss, can I see our pictures?" Thelma asked while tugging his clothes. 

"Sure. You can also choose some of the photos. I'll post them later on Instagram." Arlan muttered as he gave his phone to her. It was a spare phone he bought in Paris, the latest model of iPhone. 

"Alright, boss! Leave it to me!" Thelma eagerly replied. 

It was a 17-hour long flight back to Maharlika and everything was going well until they were about to land. A passenger suddenly stood up and opened his jacket. What was revealed under his jacket was an explosive that was strong enough to blow up a huge portion of the plane!

"I have a bomb with me! I will press the detonator if you guys will do something funny!" The bomb was tied around the body of a middle-aged man who had a tiger tattoo on his neck. His eyes were bloodshot as he threatened everyone.

"Ahhh!! He has a bomb!" 

"What should we do!" 

"How could this happen?!" 

The passengers started to panic when they saw the bomb on the man's body. Even the flight attendants felt nervous as they stared at the middle-aged man. 

"Everyone shut up! If I hear anyone screaming, I'll press this button!" The middle-aged man shouted while playing with the detonator in his hand. 

When everyone heard his threats, they immediately covered their mouths in fear. 

"Sir, there is no need for you to do this. If you have any problem, we are willing to listen." A male flight attendant tried to make the bomber calm down. 

"Shut the f*ck up!" The middle-aged man pulled out a gun from underneath his clothes and fired a shot at the flight attendant. 

Bang! 

The male flight attendant staggered and fell on the floor with a dull thud. Blood poured out from the bullet wound on his head. 

"Ahh!! He shot someone!"

The ladies inside the plane screamed in terror.

"SHUT UP! If you don't want to be killed, then stay seated and don't make a move!" After seeing that everyone had quieted down, the bomber stared at the flight attendants and said. "I only want one thing. Bring the person named Arlan Dominic Roa in front of me! If you do this, I promise that I won't detonate the bomb!" 

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Arlan who was resting was alarmed when he heard the gunshot. He stood up from his seat and frowned. "What's going on?" He asked the flight attendant who was responsible for the well-being of the first-class passengers. 

Thelma nervously grabbed his clothes while staring at the flight attendant.

"I-I don't know..." The flight attendant replied nervously. She also heard the gunshot and the screams of the people in the economy class. 

Arlan moved his gaze to Khalon and Karl. "Let's go and check the situation." He was worried that something would happen to the plane. "You stay here, Thelma. Go hide somewhere safe."

"O-Okay, boss. Please be careful..." Thelma knew that she would only hinder them if she followed so she nodded her head. 

Khalon and Karl followed him.

Arlan secretly grabbed the handle of the Prototype Energy Pistol hidden under his suit. Because of his identity, he skipped past the security scans of the airport. Even Karl and Khalon had guns under their clothes.

Just as they were about to exit the first-class area, the door suddenly opened and a group of anxious flight attendants entered. 

Arlan grabbed one of them and asked with a frown. "What's happening outside?" 

The flight attendant was still in distress which was obvious from her shaking eyes, but she still managed to answer his inquiry. "T-There is someone who brought a bomb inside the plane! He is threatening everyone! H-He also has a gun! He even killed our friend... Huhuhu..." 

"That person is looking for someone named Arlan. He said that he won't detonate the bomb if we bring Arlan to him." Another flight attendant added.

Hearing this, Arlan and the others frowned. 

'Who sent that guy? Was it Leandro?' Arlan felt cold in his heart. He had underestimated Leandro's means. 

"Boss, this is my fault! I didn't check the passengers well!" Khalon muttered.

Arlan shook his head. He couldn't blame Khalon and Karl for this. "It's not your fault. Who would have thought that Leandro is actually crazy enough to send a bomber just to kill me?" 

Sweat dripped down Arlan's forehead as he thought of any possible solution for their predicament. Time was running out and it was unknown when the bomber would press the detonator. 

"I am the person he is looking for. Bring me to him!" Arlan said to the shivering flight attendants. 

"Boss, it's dangerous!" Karl persuaded him. 

"There's nothing we can do. If I don't go out now, that guy might press the detonator. Once that happens, everyone inside this plane will die!" Arlan muttered in a grim voice. 

"That person will be distracted when he sees me. Use that moment to finish him off!" Arlan whispered to Karl and Khalon. 

Khalon remained silent at his words, but Karl became very nervous. A slight mistake would mean the death of his boss or even everyone on the plane. 

"Let's go!" 

The flight attendants glanced at Arlan and bowed to him. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive us!" They thought that he was planning to sacrifice himself to stop the bomber from pressing the detonator. 

Arlan's face was full of sweat as he followed the flight attendants to the economy-class area. 

Their arrival garnered everyone's attention and the middle-aged bomber also grinned when he saw Arlan's face. 'You're finally here!' 

As he got closer to the bomber, Arlan's heart started beating furiously. He tightly held the handle of the Prototype Energy Pistol while observing the bomber. If the guy makes a move, he wouldn't hesitate to pull out his gun! 

Arlan's senses were screaming as he walked slowly. 

--Chapter Name: Another Suicide Bomber--