Relying on Yourself

After the smoke completely dissipated, Connor noticed a human skin mask on the ground. It was evident that the assassin hadn't revealed their true face, making it difficult to identify them.

"Connor, are you okay?" Aida looked at his bleeding arm with concern, her expression nervous.

While he had previously left a negative impression on her, after the recent events, she realized that he was trustworthy. She acknowledged that he had proven himself through his actions, even though she had deceived him multiple times before. His behavior during the crisis had shifted her perception of him.

"I'm more resilient than you'd think, and you seem to be quite resilient too. We should both be safe…" he replied with a calm expression.

She nodded in relief. "That's good to hear."

"Sir, I have some gauze here. Let me help you bandage your arm," a flight attendant hurriedly approached Connor, offering assistance.