Chapter 811: Chaos in First Class
The Hua Country man in his twenties saw the video, and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
So this was what had been causing the commotion from behind all along?
After the video finished playing, the two flight attendants put away the tablet, and Captain Tom’s voice came through the first-class cabin speakers again.
“Ladies and gentlemen in first class, you’ve seen what happened in economy class, haven’t you?”
“Those 220 people can only have 20 survivors in the end, and they’re all fighting over those 20 slots on the survivor list. But you—first class passengers—are lucky. There are fewer of you, so you only need to fight over the final two spots. So, aren’t you going to get moving? If the game ends with this many people still here, all of you will die!!!”
For many in first class, these words were already memorized by heart, but for the Hua Country man in his twenties, it was his first time hearing them.
Hearing that, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
So that’s how it was. So this was what was happening on the plane!
“In that case, with only two spots, I should find someone to team up with.”
That was the first thought that popped into this Hua Country young man’s head.
As for whether he could bring himself to kill someone else just to save his own life, he wasn’t sure he could do it. But he definitely needed to find an ally—there was strength in numbers.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard some movement from up ahead. Two white men on the left stood up from their seats at the same time.
Both white men were probably in their forties. As for what country they were from, it was most likely Germany.
After all, this route was a flight from Germany to Hua Country.
The two white men got up, exchanged a glance, then walked toward one of two people sleeping on the right.
That sleeping person—a Hua Country old man, probably in his sixties or seventies—was wrapped in a blanket, snoring loudly. Who knew how he could sleep so soundly?
The two white men stood in front of the old man’s seat, staring coldly at the back of his head through the blanket.
Their gazes gradually turned icy. The others in first class also turned their attention over, most of them fully aware of what the two white men were about to do.
People from Hua Country—you have to admit one thing.
Hua Country people are extremely disunited.
On top of that, they love to screw over their own kind.
It doesn’t matter if it’s at home or abroad.
Especially when you go abroad, you’ll hear many seniors who’ve traveled overseas tell you: beware of your own countrymen. Beware of people from Hua Country. Stay away from them.
This situation right here was a perfect example.
At present, first class had the following people:
Hua Country people: Jiang Ran, the long-legged blonde girl, the Hua Country man in his thirties, the Hua Country man in his twenties, the Hua Country middle-aged man who said he’d pay 500 million to save his life, and the Hua Country old man in his sixties or seventies.
Foreigners: two white men in their forties, and another white young man who was still sleeping.
So that was three foreigners, and the rest were all from Hua Country.
If you divided by nationality, these Hua Country people should have united to take out the three foreigners first. Then the final two spots could be chosen from among themselves.
But as things stood, the other Hua Country people just watched coldly as the two white men moved to take down the old man.
Including Jiang Ran.
If this had happened before he first entered the Alice Apartment, he would have rushed in to help without hesitation!
But unfortunately, nothing was the same anymore.
And this simple situation in first class clearly illustrated the problem with unity. If these people were from A San Country, Cherry Blossom Country, or Korea, the likely outcome would be taking out the three foreigners first, then picking the two survivors from among themselves.
At that moment, the two white men made their move.
They opened the partition door.
One suddenly grabbed the Hua Country old man by the neck, while the other pinned down his legs, rendering him unable to move.
Just like that, the old man was strangled to death, half-asleep, half-awake.
After killing him, the two white men immediately turned their attention to the others in first class.
They didn’t make another move right away; instead, they seemed to be observing everyone’s reactions.
And everyone certainly had reactions.
The fashionably dressed Hua Country man in his thirties was the first to look at Jiang Ran.
He said, “Kid, want to work with me?”
The Hua Country man in his twenties also looked at Jiang Ran. “Hey, handsome, work with me instead. We’re about the same age—both in our prime. If we team up, we can definitely make it to the end.”
That Hua Country young man definitely couldn’t work with the Hua Country man in his thirties. They’d already had a spat earlier, calling each other idiots and threatening to kill each other.
And as for working with anyone else?
Besides Jiang Ran, there was only the long-legged blonde girl and the Hua Country middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
At the end of the day, this whole “fighting for two spots” thing came down to fists and brute force. So the long-legged blonde girl was immediately ruled out. What combat ability could a woman have?
As for the Hua Country middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Right now, besides the old man who just died, he was the oldest one there. Although being in his forties or fifties meant he was still in his prime, compared to the ages of the others, he didn’t have much of an advantage.
And more importantly, this middle-aged man looked a bit overindulged—his body seemed weak, so his combat ability was probably terrible.
That was why these two people’s first choice was Jiang Ran.
Even though Jiang Ran was being courted by both sides, he didn’t feel smug about it. Instead, he noticed something deeply unsettling.
He hadn’t paid attention before, but now he did. There were supposed to be eight seats in first class. Since there were eight seats, how could there be nine people? What was the deal with the extra person?
Earlier, Jiang Ran had forgotten to count himself, so he hadn’t noticed this discrepancy. But now that he suddenly included himself in the count, he realized it.
However, realizing this was one thing. The current situation clearly wasn’t about pondering the extra person—it was about deciding who to cooperate with.
Just then, the Hua Country man in his thirties spoke up again. “Hey, if you team up with me, once we both survive in the end, I’ll transfer you 5 million as a token of thanks. How about that?”
When the Hua Country man in his twenties heard that this guy was trying to bribe his way into an alliance, he sneered inwardly. He thought, *Does this guy have a screw loose? We’re all riding in first class here. Do you think I’d care about 5 million?*
But the next moment, he felt something was off. He carefully sized up Jiang Ran, who was now standing, noting his clothes.
If someone was wealthy, you could usually tell from their dress and, more importantly, their aura. Especially for people like them, who always traveled first class—their eyes were sharp. He noticed that Jiang Ran’s outfit was all cheap street-market stuff—not a single expensive item on him. Of course, it was possible that the man before him was just a rich person who valued frugality.