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I nodded, not wanting to go against his orders when he looked so dangerous.

I watched him get up and make his way to the front of the plane and beyond, through the small door that led to first class.

I reclined in my seat, thinking he probably just needed to go to the bathroom.

But then I heard people yelling, and the steward ran down the aisle.

"You passengers, stay in your seats."

I jumped up and ran to the first-class section, wanting to see what all the commotion was about.

When I entered, the scene in front of me made my heart stop. Vidário was holding Mr. Bizarro in the air by the neck.

Was he trying to kill him? People around them were trying to get Vidário's attention, pulling at him to stop strangling the man.

But Vidário wasn't moving. He was like a statue. He was trying to kill him.

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Rary

Vidário's hand on Mr. Bizarro's neck was getting tighter with each passing second.

Of all those begging him to stop, one man was the most persistent, shouting, "Alpha! Alpha!