The Strongest Warrior

Author: Caleb Stone

Chapter 1: Flight Crisis

Words : 3016 Updated : Jun 12th, 2025

Adam thought his life was a complete mess. When he first left Chiton, he was just a seventeen-year-old kid. Now, he'd spent eight years overseas, turning into a sharp, no-nonsense young man, with a chiseled face and a faint scar that actually made him even more attractive to women. If one asked Adam what he picked up in those eight years, he'd sum it up like this: he'd been a soldier, killed people, set fires, chased girls, had sex, and gone on one crazy adventure after another. He'd been all over the world, beaten up everyone he was supposed to and even the ones he wasn't. But after a while, it all felt pointless. Maybe it was time to go home and live an everyday life. He pictured himself finding a sweet Chiton wife, eating hot meals, sleeping in a cozy bed, whispering sweet nothings, and making a whole bunch of kids. All in all, just getting his happily ever after. "Would you like something to drink, sir?" A flight attendant in a red uniform walked over, but spoke to the middle-aged guy in the suit sitting next to Adam. Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, and she was wearing black high heels. Flight attendants had always been seen as the embodiment of beauty. In the narrow aisle, every time she walked by in that tight skirt, her curves would sway, making people want to reach out and cop a feel. In the first-class cabin of this plane sat the so-called elite of society, whose eyes would occasionally drift over to the flight attendant's short skirt. "I'll take one," the middle-aged man in the suit said, giving Adam's shabby clothes a look of pure disdain. He casually pulled out a leather wallet covered in big "LV" logos, and the flight attendant's eyes immediately locked onto the thick stack of bills inside- it was real money, not just some fake stuff. "Here's your change, sir." The man nodded, trying to sound polite, "Keep the rest as a tip. It's not every day I get to meet such a beautiful flight attendant." "Thank you, sir, but we're not allowed to accept tips," the flight attendant replied with a polite smile, then turned to Adam. "Sir, would you like something to drink?" The middle-aged man frowned at Adam's worn-out clothes, then looked at the flight attendant and muttered, "Since when can migrant workers fly first class?" Adam heard everything, and his mouth twitched in annoyance. Just because he was wearing a faded black T-shirt, ripped jeans, and patched sneakers, he gets called a migrant worker. He could ignore people showing off, but when someone tried to show off at his expense, he wasn't about to let it go. "Migrant worker?" Adam shot the guy a weird look. "Yeah, with the country booming and all, even real estate guys like us can't get away with not paying migrant workers anymore. But I never thought migrant workers could afford first class. Hey man, what job are you working on? Why not work for me? I'll make you a foreman with a guaranteed six-figure salary." As he talked, the man kept sneaking glances at the flight attendant. He was sure he'd caught her attention and felt pretty proud of himself. Looking at her black stockings, those heels, and her curves, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. "You trying to hit on her?" Adam asked, pointing at the flight attendant next to him. "Huh?" The guy was utterly taken aback by Adam's blunt question and stood there, speechless. The flight attendant blushed, frowned, and bit her lip, looking like she wanted to say something, but since Adam was a passenger, she just kept quiet. "No way, I've got a wife, kids, and a business. I'm not the kind of guy who messes around," the man quickly said, acting like a real gentleman. "Wow, you really are a good guy. Chiton could use more men like you," Adam said, praising him. But just as the man was looking smug, Adam added, "If you're such a family man, then why are you... you know... pitching a tent down there? Looks like your pants are saying otherwise." Adam's voice was loud enough to carry through the quiet first-class cabin, where all the "elite" had been eyeing the flight attendant's legs. After hearing Adam's blunt comment, everyone turned to stare at them. "You have no class! It's just a normal guy reaction," the man snapped, embarrassed at being called out in front of the flight attendant. The flight attendant, who had actually thought the guy was pretty decent at first, now felt disgusted seeing that bulge in his pants. "Class? You, of all people, probably messed with plenty of decent women, and you want to talk to me about class? Take care of that bulge first, then we can talk," Adam shot back, with a cold smile that made the man's face twitch. The flight attendant tried to step in with a polite smile to calm things down, but just then, a loud bang rang out through the cabin. Four big guys suddenly stood up, each one holding a gun, their Desert Eagles flashing under the cabin lights. The whole cabin instantly erupted into chaos, with passengers staring in terror. "Nobody move! Hand over your valuables. We're just here for the money, not to kill anyone. Cooperate, and you'll be fine," one of the gunmen with an M4A1 shouted. "Hey, pretty, I've had my eye on you. I gotta see what a flight attendant looks like naked today," said another gunman with a Desert Eagle, licking his lips and leering at the flight attendant next to Adam. "Haha, Jacko, let's show these men how we handle the women. Make 'em bow to us," another gunman jeered. The first-class cabin went dead silent. Nobody dared to stand up or say a word. "Don't!" the flight attendant cried, feeling the gunman's hand on her leg. She shot a desperate look at the middle-aged man she'd just started to like, but he only looked back at her coldly. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. Adam turned to see the guy in the suit shaking all over with fear. "You two stay here. I'm going to the cockpit. Let Jacko have some fun with these men," the guy with the M4A1 ordered, heading off toward the cockpit. He wasn't stupid; without controlling the cockpit, the plane wasn't fully theirs, and they couldn't negotiate with Chiton. With the boss gone, the two remaining thugs grinned at Jacko. Seeing the flight attendant's ripped stockings and her teary face, one of them said, "Jacko's really gonna enjoy himself this time." The so-called first-class "elites" were scared out of their minds. None of them cared what happened to the flight attendant. As long as they stayed alive, they didn't care about anyone else's humiliation. "Stop," Adam said, unable to watch any longer as the guy with the Desert Eagle was about to go too far with the flight attendant. Couldn't these thugs be a little more professional? Now he had to step in. "Finally, a Chiton man who can't take it anymore," Jacko sneered, looking up to see who had spoken. Jacko pointed his Desert Eagle at Adam and sneered, "You gonna stop me?" Adam looked down the barrel of the gun and put on an innocent face. "Whoa, boss, I wasn't trying to stop you. I just thought you should know that the guy next to me in the suit's got a ton of cash." The guy used Adam as a prop to show off while hitting on the flight attendant, so Adam figured it was time for some payback. Jacko turned his gun away from Adam and laughed. "Not bad. Ever thought about becoming a bandit? Hang with us, and you can play with girls like her all you want." Hearing the thug's "offer," Adam rolled his eyes to himself. He'd been a bandit back when these guys were probably still in diapers. No way he'd go back to that dead-end job. The man would rather settle down, get married, and have fun in the bedroom. But out loud, he acted all excited. "For real? I can be a bandit? Man, I can actually be a bandit?" "Heh, Jacko, you're always trying to recruit people. But Golden Vex doesn't need more guys. Besides, Chiton men look like monkeys. They're just not cut out to be bandits," said another thug, waving his AK47. "Boss, let me join you! I'm a natural at being a bandit," Adam said, then turned and slapped the man in the suit. "You have all those designer labels and an LV wallet, so hand over your cash now!" The man held his stinging cheek and stared at Adam, but with the bandits glaring at him, he didn't dare say a word. Scared for his life, he quickly handed over all his cash, his watch, and his gold chain. "And the LV wallet too," Adam said, kicking him. The man handed it over without a fuss. When he saw the bandits staring at him again, the man cursed Adam under his breath, but still handed over everything. "Boss, what do you think? Am I bandit material or what?" Adam asked, bowing and handing over the loot with both hands. "Not bad, not bad. You've got real potential," Jacko said, finally lowering his Desert Eagle. The other thug didn't hide his praise either, "Now that's an interesting Chiton kid."

The Strongest Warrior

Chapter 1: Flight Crisis

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