"What is this?" Fahad Abernathy opened his eyes and touched his face.
Sticky, with a fishy smell.
"It's blood!"
He jerked his head back, instinctively unbuckling his seatbelt!
Right at that moment, he saw Old Eight's face, a bloody mess!
"Help!"
In a reflexive move, Fahad Abernathy shouted!
Old Eight reached forward, causing Fahad Abernathy to lean sideways, that hand going right through the seat to claw at Mily Smith's back!
"Ah..." Mily Smith yelled, terrified and in pain.
In an instant, everyone on the plane stood up!
The space inside the helicopter was small, people were practically squeezed in.
"Stop screaming! If you keep screaming, I'll throw you off the plane! Even if your father is a director, it won't help! Understand?"
Lone Wolf stormed over and slapped Mily Smith hard!
"Wretched thing, daring to act up in front of me!" He pushed Fahad Abernathy aside, grabbing Old Eight's arm with his right hand!
Empty!
The sleeve was fluttering, with nothing inside.
