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"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Jack heard a loud noise as he jumped from the crashing plane; Jack looked towards the crashing plane, which was free-falling, and grabbed Heinrich tightly and opened Heinrich's parachute.

Then he slapped Heinrich's cheek tightly, Heinrich's eye open wide as he was falling; he looked down with shock, as a billionaire he has experience in skydiving, so he was just initially shocked but soon regained his composure.

Jack looked at Heinrich and nodded his head while holding onto him and asked, "Are you all right?"

Heinrich nodded his head and said, "Yes."

"All right, follow me," Jack said, diving down as they were too high in the air.

"Fuck this brat; after opening my parachute, he just dived in." Heinrich just cursed at Flying Jack and tried to maintain the parachute in the wind while looking at the plane that was crashing down. He sighed with relief as he remembered the tragic death of Asani, who died under a beast hooves.

Jack looked ahead; he was not nervous at all in the air; he was confident that even if he jumped down from a 500-hundred-meter height, he wouldn't break a bone, as he was always suppressing his inhumane strength.

The strength in his body gave him confidence, and he didn't want to rely on a panty-wearing superhuman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wanted to save the day.

As Jack looked down, he spotted a small village below. It wasn't much—just a handful of houses scattered across the landscape near his landing zone. He tugged on the cord to deploy his parachute and then pulled out his phone to check his location on Google Maps.

After studying the roads leading from his landing spot to Mumbai and remembering everything in his brain, he slid his phone back into his pocket.

Jack quietly landed in a rice field. The ground was wet, and his shoes were ruined, but he didn't seem to mind. Letting out a sigh, he reflected on how farming was one of the most labor-intensive tasks in existence. However, his landing had crushed several rice plants, leaving him feeling a twinge of guilt.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" A man with a cap on came running towards Jack as he landed; he was yelling in Hindi.

"Yes, I am very good. My plane crashed," Jack said, while showing Plane with his hand.

"If you're fine, that's all," the man smilingly said.

"Is this rice field yours?" Jack asked while pointing at the rice field he just destroyed.

"Yes, I planted these recently, so don't worry about it. If you're good, that's more than enough." The farmer was smiling from the heart, and he was a kindhearted man.

Jack, nodding his head, said, "Can you take me to your home?"

"Yes, I can. Follow me; I live near here," Farmer said while walking towards his home.

Jack followed suit; he looked a bit odd as a six-foot-seven-inch-tall foreigner in a very remote village where there was no phone network.

"What is this place called?" Jack asked as he was walking towards the village; he wanted to check if the location on Google and local are calling the place by the same name.

"Barwan Village" farmer replied as both of them entered a compound.

The house they entered was actually a cluster of houses combined into one. As soon as Jack stepped into the compound, all eyes were on him, making him the center of attention.

"Give me some water," Jack said as he looked at the farmer. The farmer gestured to his wife to take out water.

Jack, taking a glass of water, washed his shoes a little to clear the dirt in the shoe. The farmer and his family were shocked to see Jack using their precious water to clean shoes.

Jack looked at their weird gaze and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Water is very precious to us. We don't waste it," the farmer's wife said.

"I am sorry. Alright, let me compensate." Jack took out the cash from his pocket; he took out one 2K bundle and tried to give the money as compensation because he wasted their field and water.

"No, no, we treat guests as our god; we can't take money from you," the farmer refused immediately, waving his hand, but Jack stuffed the bundle forcefully.

"Take it; you'll need it," Jack said as he looked around.

"What are you looking for?" Farmer asked with a wide smile.

"I wanted to get out and get to a road," Jack said.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Follow this road. You'll reach the main road in no time. The main road is connected to the highway if you're wondering," the farmer said while pointing in a direction.

Jack, nodding his head, took his leave; the farmer also didn't force him to stay because Jack was a foreigner, and the farmer had never seen a foreigner in his life.

Jack walked towards the main road as the farmer had pointed out. As he was walking, he saw a slow parachute landing. In front of him, he ignored the parachute and walked ahead.

"Hey, son-in-law, you're leaving me behind?" Heinrich asked.

"Just come, quit your nagging," Jack said, as he was already frustrated because of the crash; he wanted to return to Mumbai as soon as possible to work more.

Heinrich ran to catch up with Jack, but as he was entangled with the parachute, Jack walked ahead and saw the main road. He looked back to Heinrich, who was still untangling the ropes of the parachute.

Jack ran to the main road, and seeing there was no one around, he pulled out the car card he was saving for emergencies like these.

The car that appeared on the road was the Aston Martin Lagonda Taraf, a super-luxurious sedan.

The. jack went inside the car; before putting his feet inside, he threw his shoes and sat inside comfortably while throwing his overcoat and suit in the backseat.

Heinrich, looking at the car Jack was seating, was astonished, because forget about India; even in Germany this car was rare and very beautiful.