Chapter 809: I Want to Buy My Own Life with Money
The voice was calm, but it was filled with extreme menace and indifference.
At this moment, Jiang Ran looked at the corpse they had been shown, which had just been dragged out of first class, and immediately understood.
Captain Tom showing them that corpse was not only a warning to follow the rules, not to set their sights on the flight attendants, not to deliberately attack or provoke the flight attendants, but more importantly to tell them that this game was not a prank. It was a game that would truly kill people.
Therefore, although Jiang Ran did not know how the people in business class and economy class felt or what their atmosphere was like, the mood in first class had clearly grown heavier.
Although the Danger Warning in his mind kept blaring, Jiang Ran felt lucky to be in first class, because first class had the fewest people, then business class, and finally economy class.
According to what Captain Tom had said, only two people from first class could survive, six from business class could survive, and as for economy class, twenty people could survive.
Judging from those numbers, economy class had the highest number of survivors, but economy class also had an enormous number of people, so the competition there would be fiercest. Conversely, the smallest competition was in their first class, because there were only eight people total, yet two could survive.
At that moment, Jiang Ran heard a series of noises coming from behind, noises that likely came from economy class. Although audible, they were not extremely loud.
Soon, more flight attendants arrived behind first class, pulling the same type of small carts as before. Inside the carts were the dead, this time five corpses in total. All male.
Then Captain Tom’s voice came again.
“Hey, passengers, why can’t you understand human speech? Didn’t I already say? Do not provoke the flight attendants, do not cause trouble, do not do anything that might threaten the flight attendants’ lives. Also, you people in business class and economy class think this is unfair — there are so many of you, why are you competing for so few spots?”
“All right, Captain will explain this.”
“My plane has eight seats in first class, thirty in business class, and two hundred twenty in economy class.”
“The corresponding numbers of survivors are two for first class, six for business class, and twenty for economy class.”
“In other words, one quarter of first class can survive.”
“Business class, one fifth.”
“As for economy class, one eleventh.”
“What?! You people in business class and especially economy class think that’s unfair? At least make it the same as first class, like one quarter?”
“Let me calculate. If business class got one quarter, that would be 7.5 people, and economy class at one quarter would be 55 people.”
“Hmm… that would indeed be a lot more survivors, but why should I make everything one quarter?”
“What fairness or unfairness are you talking about? Blame your own cheap lives, you’re the ones who didn’t sit in first class, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I’m being fair. First class people aren’t excluded from participating — I let them join the game too. If it were truly unfair, then first class should be the audience, not the participants.”
“Finally, I’ll remind you once more: when the game time ends, any cabin that hasn’t met its required survivor quota will have everyone in that cabin die.”
The broadcast abruptly ended again.
After it stopped, it was unclear what the other two cabins were like.
In any case, first class fell completely silent.
The awake people in first class looked at each other, all wide-eyed and dumbfounded, utterly at a loss.
At this moment, a middle-aged man from Hua Country who looked about forty or fifty, wearing expensive, luxurious casual clothes, stood up.
He said to the two flight attendants, “I don’t want to play this game. I have money. I want to buy my own life with money! You tell me a number, I’m not short on money!!!”
This middle-aged man from Hua Country was slightly overweight, with thinning hair.
He had deep eye bags and some dark circles.
He looked like the kind of person who indulged in his private life.
The flight attendants did not respond to him.
Instead, Captain Tom replied.
“Oh? Money? You want to buy your life with money, how much can you offer?”
The middle-aged man from Hua Country said confidently, “You say a number.”
Captain Tom: “Ten billion, do you have it?”
Hearing that number, the man’s expression instantly darkened.
Although sitting in first class meant he was certainly wealthy, that did not mean he had ten billion in cash to hand over.
“I don’t have that much, but I can easily pull out tens of millions in cash. If you agree, I can offer one hundred million, even two hundred million to buy my safety!!!” the man said.
Captain Tom’s voice continued through the broadcast:
“Two hundred million? No. Compared to two hundred million, I’d rather watch you first-class people, this so-called wealthy bunch, butcher each other to fight for the only two survival spots.”
The Hua Country middle-aged man panicked: “Five hundred million! I can offer five hundred million!! That’s my highest price!! If you need more, you’ll have to give me time to raise the money!!!”
After that, he received no response from Captain Tom. It seemed Captain Tom couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention.
So the middle-aged man could only sit back down.
About an hour passed, and during that hour the people in first class remained motionless.
Then Captain Tom’s voice appeared: “One hour has passed since the game began, eleven hours remain until the game ends! Keep going, everyone!!!”
Eleven hours — neither long nor short.
The people in first class still showed no reaction.
However, they could always hear noise coming from the other two cabins, business class and economy class.
That side was loud and chaotic, and it seemed people were really getting physical to fight for those survival spots.
After all, business class and economy class had more people than first class; when there are many people, intentions diverge.
It was easy for trouble to break out.
Jiang Ran now sat in his seat, face troubled, brows tightly furrowed.
Because of this game, he did not know what he should do next; he was helpless and completely uncertain.
Was he really supposed to kill someone to compete for the two spots?