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The staff member smiled professionally because they did not know anything about the conspiracy and they were only following the management’s order to delay the flight. Now that it was reopened, it was normal for them to come over to apologize for the delay.

“Of course, let’s get going,” Lin Dong said.

Xu Cheng stood up as he said to Chekhov, “There is a detector at the boarding gate, cover me.”

Chekhov understood and walked towards the front.

“Hello, show me your passports for boarding,” the staff said.

Chekhov showed their documents, and when he walked into the boarding detection entrance, Xu Cheng walked parallel to him so that they were considered as one person on the machine and did not attract any attention.

After that, Lin Dong pushed Lin Chuxue’s hospital bed through the boarding gate as well.

After all of them had boarded the plane, Xu Cheng found a place next to Lin Chuxue’s bed and sat down.

The moment the plane left the Swiss airspace, two men pushed a cart with juice and bread towards them and asked in a very unprofessional manner, “Anyone want some juice?”

Lin Dong, Mario, and Chekhov all tensed up. Lin Dong grasped tighter to Lin Chuxue’s bed. It wasn’t a flight attendant who was serving them, and their clothes clearly did not fit. The three of them were not fools as they watched the two ‘staff members’ with alertness.

“No need, please don’t bother us,” Lin Dong said quickly as he did not want to complicate things.

The two men lifted open a plate and revealed two daggers inside, immediately attacking Mario and Chekhov who looked like threats.

Mario was shocked when he saw this incoming attack, and without a word, he grabbed the dagger with his bare hands, endured the pain, and punched the assassin in the chest.

The two assassins were both at the SS level; fortunately they were not R because if they were, Mario would not have been able to fight them at all.

When the other assassin moved to attack Chekhov with his dagger, Chekhov sat there unmoved like a mountain, When the assassin was less than a meter away, the assassin got knocked backwards by something.

The two men who were operating the plane noticed that their teammates could not handle Mario and Chekhov, so one of them took off his headset and went out for support.

When he opened the door, he saw one of his teammates forcefully hit the wall and die on the spot after spitting out blood!

Mario also felt that the assassin who tried to attack Chekhov was blown away. That inertia was more powerful than his punch, and he was surprised as he looked back at Chekhov and asked, “When the f*ck did you get this kind of power?”

Chapter 719: Bluffing like Chekhov (Part Two)

Chekhov crossed his legs and shrugged. “Do you know what it means to hit something through the air?”

“Have your ultrasonic waves evolved to psychic blows?” Mario said with an envious face.

Chekhov chuckled and continued to bluff. “Don’t look at me with such worshipping eyes, I’m not gay.”

That was when the pilot pulled out a gun and shot a bullet at Mario.

Mario could only use his arms to protect the most important parts of his head and chest, he planned to take on that bullet.

Who knew that the bullet didn’t hit him at all, instead just hovering in the air right before Mario’s eyes.

Mario was stunned. “Wow Chekhov, your power is finally not useless.”

Chekhov laughed bitterly as he felt with his ultrasonic waves that the boss was standing right in front of Mario and caught the bullet for him.

The shell suddenly rebounded towards the assassin, who reacted quickly and dodged it.

Meanwhile the other assassin, who had been blown away by Mario, knew that Chekhov was the trickiest one because he was able to use psychic power. So, the assassin aimed at him first as he grabbed his dagger and attacked.

Mario was ready to protect Chekhov, but the assassin with the pistol kept on interfering and shot at him, causing Mario to hide his head under the table to block the bullets. He looked over as he was worried about Chekhov because the assassin had already headed there.

Lin Dong yanked off his seatbelt and threw himself at the assassin to interfere with him, but the assassin cut his arm with the dagger.

Chekhov shouted, “Little Dong, get out of the way. Let me do it!”

Lin Dong and Mario were both expecting him to make a move, but Chekhov just sat there with his legs crossed and did nothing. The assassin was shocked and all tensed up, thinking that Chekhov was going to make a big move as he was afraid of a psychic attack. However, Chekhov didn’t do anything and just sat calmly, completely ignoring the assassin.

He felt humiliated.

The dagger flew out of his hand and spun toward Chekhov.

Wherever it spun in the air, the seat fabric beneath it was cut and torn, showing the sharpness of the dagger and the strength of the assassin.

Chekhov suddenly lifted one hand and moved it as if he was chasing away flies. Then the dagger suddenly dropped to the ground like it was knocked down by something in the air.

Lin Dong was stunned.

So was Mario.

So strong!

The assassin squinted his eyes as he felt like he had seen a ghost for the first time in his life.

Is there really such a thing as psychic attacks in this world?

What the actual f*ck?

“Sony!” The assassin shouted, and the other pilot took off his headset as he rushed over, ignoring the plane.

There were three assassins now, and they faced only Chekhov and Mario, who were able to fight.

Mario looked at Chekhov and asked, “Parachute?”

Chekhov stood up abruptly, with his figure straight and an indecipherable look on his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“The really cool move will now begin.”

The two assassins who had seen his psychic attacks both turned slightly pale and took a somewhat wary step backward.

The assassin who had just come to the scene saw that his two teammates were cowardly, so he scolded, “Just go up together and take him out, what are you guys so afraid of?”

The other two assassins knew that there were no other solutions, and they could not run anywhere; they were on a plane at high altitude, and they would just die if they jumped. The three reached a tacit agreement and all rushed towards Chekhov.

Chekhov was afraid that Mario would come to his aid, and he still had to finish his bluff, so he shouted, “I don’t need anybody’s help!” The fact that he knew his Boss was standing right in front of him reassured him.

Suddenly, he took out one of his hands from his pocket and two assassins limped subconsciously out of fear.

Who knew that Chekhov would actually take out a cigar and hold it in his mouth as he sat down, crossed his legs, lit it up, and took a drag.

Meanwhile the three assassins who rushed at him all smashed into the floor. Every one of them was punched by Xu Cheng in the chest as they all vomited blood and died right away.

Chekhov squinted and exhaled a circle of smoke as he said, “I never thought I would be able to act like this in my lifetime.”

Xu Cheng scolded him right after he said that. “Your sister-in-law will get sick from the smoke.”

Chekhov choked on his cigar and coughed, apologizing, “Oh, I’m sorry Big Brother Cheng, I’ve overdone it.”

He then quickly stubbed out his cigar.