Chapter 446 - 453: Generous Comrade-in-Arms
The four mischievous friends were surrounding a few flight attendants as they walked out together. The flight attendants, having encountered similar situations often, were chatting and laughing with them. However, there was one flight attendant who remained expressionless, not saying a word.
"Hey beautiful, give me your number," said James Silver, whose real name was Martin Miller. He was the third-ranking member of the Hawk Squad, just after John Brown. At the moment, he was fixated on the silent flight attendant. Who could blame him — not only was she stunningly beautiful, but her figure stretched the uniform tightly in a way that rendered him unable to stop himself from drooling.
"I don’t have one!" The flight attendant, clearly having been pestered by Martin for quite some time, could no longer take it and tersely replied with two words.
"Aw, don’t be so stingy, gorgeous. I just want to be friends with you. Over time, you’ll realize I’m really a great guy, just your type," Martin teased with a grin.
The flight attendant snorted and replied, "Stop bugging me! If you keep at it, I’ll call my brother to pick me up. Let’s see how you like it then."
Martin laughed heartily. "Oh? Is your brother that tough?"
The flight attendant raised her chin proudly and said, "Of course! My brother’s the best when it comes to fighting. Don’t think you four have an advantage — he could take you all down with one hand."
Martin couldn’t hold back his laughter and turned to his three companions, saying, "This beautiful flight attendant claims her brother could take all four of us down. Can you believe that?"
The other three erupted into laughter alongside him. Martin winked at the flight attendant and said, "How about we make a bet? I’m quite skilled at fighting. If your brother beats me, you can have me do anything you want. But if I win, you have to go out to dinner with me. Just dinner — nothing more, I promise."
The flight attendant snorted, refusing outright, "I’m not interested in betting with you."
"How about this," Martin raised the stakes, "I’ll agree to three conditions of yours, no matter what they are. I always keep my word."