"By the way, are those idiots in the transit department still on duty?"

"When I get to Europe, I'll kill all those idiots' families. After that, I'll throw the women into the red-light district for the homeless to play with, and chop up the men to eat as afternoon tea."

He made those harsh remarks while opening the plate—nothing unexpected, just a standard sirloin steak.

Sergio breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, he was practically traumatized by this. He had thought he would be disgusted even while eating a meal, but it seemed the side effects had completely dissipated.

Just as he picked up his fork, ready to have a hearty meal, the entire cabin suddenly lurched.

"Sir! There are five unidentified combat aircraft behind us!"

"Are you serious, fuck?"

Sergio was shocked. This felt like something out of a spy movie. He hadn't detected anything a moment ago, and now this thing had suddenly appeared as soon as he relaxed.

"Fire! They've opened fire! Damn! Why is our ammo box stuck?"

Before he could say anything more, an explosion came from outside the cabin. Who knows what was broken? Thick smoke billowed and flames flashed.

"Fuck... I really fucked it!"

"Is this fucking destiny?"

Sergio's expression was one of extreme pain. They were thousands of meters in the air, and without that causal property, he would have absolutely no chance of survival. But using it would be as unlucky as eating shit.

At that very moment.

The satellite phone rang again.

It was an unknown number, but no one except the person in charge knew my number.

After less than a second of hesitation, Sergio pressed the answer button.

As he expected, the person on the other end of the communication was Joseph.

"I'm sorry, it's time."

"It seems you have to get this done."