In a large cabin ornately built with dark wood paneling and rich leather seats, evoking a sense of luxury, two men could be seen seated on opposite sides.
One wore a dark mask and a black suit, while the other wore a black and white suit resembling a pilot's uniform.
The cabin was getting plunged into stark contrasts of light and shadow as flashes of lightning from the storm raging outside the plane illuminated the interior before fading back into darkness.
"I am telling you that it is not a wise decision for you to make contact with those people," Zero said as he shifted his attention toward Alex, and as he did, all windows turned pitch dark, making the sight of a raging storm, including its noise vanish like it was never present.
"Even though your identity is well hidden since you have done a great job hiding it and because of your unique physique, no one can measure your strength through any available means at the moment,"
