The young man's body collapsed immediately, momentum cut short before he could react.
There was no chance to resist, no chance to understand what had happened.
The blow had been fatal the moment it landed.
Conrad didn't stop.
He pivoted smoothly and delivered a powerful side kick to the woman's chest before she could even scream.
The force sent her crashing to the floor, her body going limp as it hit.
Like her partner, she never regained consciousness.
The entire exchange lasted less than two seconds.
Silence returned to the hallway.
Conrad stood still for a brief moment, scanning the surroundings.
He looked down at the two bodies.
They had been skilled.
But in the end, they had underestimated the possibility of interference.
They had never imagined someone else would be waiting for them someone who didn't hesitate once the moment came.
Conrad felt no satisfaction.
He quickly knelt and retrieved the Red Diamond from the young man's bag.
Even through the container, he could tell it was genuine.
He didn't linger.
Gunshots had echoed through the airship earlier.
That alone guaranteed attention.
Conrad wiped his hands on his coat, not out of panic but habit, and stepped away from the bodies.
He avoided leaving unnecessary traces and moved down the hallway at a controlled pace, not running, not rushing.
As he reached the main corridor, distant voices began to rise.
He merged back into the passenger area, slipping into the flow of people with practiced ease.
His posture was calm.
He sat down near a window again, placing the bag containing the Red Diamond beneath his seat.
Outside, the clouds drifted by as if nothing had changed.
Inside, Conrad activated Zetsu once more and leaned back, closing his eyes.
His heart rate slowed naturally.
The danger had passed for now.
Two hundred million Jenny.
That single act had shifted his path completely.
Training would no longer be limited by money. Information would be easier to acquire.
Still, he knew better than to relax completely.
This world rewarded strength, but it punished carelessness even more.
Conrad opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the window.
"This was necessary," he thought calmly.
After settling back into his seat, Conrad forced himself to relax.
But his mind was already moving.
After a few seconds, his expression tightened.
He clicked his tongue softly and shook his head.
"I'm dumb," he muttered under his breath.
The more he thought about it, the clearer it became.
There was no chance this would end quietly.
Armed guards had been killed.
Automatic weapons had been fired inside an airship.
A treasure worth two hundred million Jenny had vanished.
When the airship landed, security wouldn't just let people walk away.
They would lock everything down.
"They'll search everybody. Bags. Clothes. Seats," Conrad thought.
"No exceptions."
Even if the crew didn't know exactly what had been stolen, the owner of the Red Diamond would be informed immediately.
Someone with that level of wealth and influence wouldn't hesitate.
They would pressure the airship company,
No one would be allowed to leave freely.
And Conrad knew one thing very clearly.
"I don't care about security checks,"
"But I can't be caught with the Red Diamond."
If he was found with it, explanations wouldn't matter.
Innocence wouldn't matter.
He'd be detained at best.
Disappeared at worst.
That meant only one option.
"I need to get off this ship," he thought. "Before it lands."
The idea wasn't pleasant, but it was realistic.
Airships in this world didn't fly extremely high like planes from Earth.
If he chose the right moment and the right place, it was survivable.
"I'll jump if I have to."
Conrad wasn't afraid of the fall itself.
With Nen, his body was far stronger than a normal human's.
Still, he wasn't reckless.
"Less than fifty meters, Preferably much less."
He slowly stood up and stretched as if his legs were stiff from sitting too long.
No one paid attention.
People were distracted, nervous energy spreading quietly through the cabin after the earlier gunshots.
Conrad began walking.
He didn't rush.
He moved like someone passing time, stopping near windows, pretending to look outside.
In reality, he was measuring altitude, speed, terrain.
Outside, the clouds had thinned.
Below them, the land was visible fields, hills, scattered roads.
Good.
He continued toward the rear of the airship, where fewer passengers gathered.
Crew-only sections were clearly marked, but not heavily guarded yet.
The situation was still developing.
Security would tighten later, not immediately.