The slightly empty cabin wasn't even half full, with everyone scattered around finding their own seats, completely ignoring the numbers on their tickets.
But right there in the aisle, in the moment when he brushed past an ordinary middle-aged backpacker, he couldn't control a sudden shock, feeling a chill down his spine.
A warning from instinct.
An expert!
The scruffy backpacker seemed to sense something too, turning back to look at him, his cold gaze sweeping past before slowly retracting.
As if they were merely nodding to each other in acknowledgment.
Like him, unwilling to stir up additional trouble, uninterested in further entanglement...
Noticing the other's hint, Viper's heart calmed slightly, voluntarily stepping aside to clear the path, and the two tacitly distanced themselves, sitting almost at opposite ends of the cabin.
What followed was like a sleep-deprived traveler, lying back in his seat and closing his eyes to pretend to rest.
