The ship had already sailed out of the offshore inner sea connection line, and this cargo area was almost closed off. No one would think that someone would climb up from the sea. Zhang Haiyan also never expected that those corpses were actually fake, all assassins who had taken a death-simulating drug.

It was pitiful for the dozen or so wronged souls, all of whom were determined fighters. They probably didn’t even have time to wake up before they drowned. Zhang Haiyan sighed inwardly; he couldn’t figure out the relationship on this ship, whether that woman or this group of assassins was good or bad. A dozen people had already drowned on one side, and it seemed that the best situation was to side with that woman; otherwise, it would be a dire situation.

However, pretending to be dead to kill was not a commendable tactic in the assassin world, as killing should be straightforward and direct. Their method now was equivalent to putting on a grand performance, which did not adhere to the principles, but they seemed quite professional at it. There was only one possibility: killing this person using conventional methods was too difficult to succeed.

From their conversation, it was clear that the woman they were trying to kill was giving them a huge headache, to the extent that they found it hard to even meet her. The dialogue in the cargo hold continued, and Zhang Haiyan cautiously found a corner to crouch down, planning to put He Jianxi down to continue eavesdropping, only to discover that He Jianxi had actually fallen asleep.

He Jianxi looked like a woman while sleeping, with particularly long eyelashes. Zhang Haiyan thought he must be exhausted, checked his pulse, and found he was alive, which made him sigh inwardly.

A mortal.

He continued to eavesdrop and heard another person say, “How can you be sure that woman will personally check? We’ve boarded from various places, and she hasn’t left her room for so long. Don’t you think she must have sensed something?”

“That’s just her personality. Don’t you understand? And look, that American named Warner is escorting her on board, and there’s a submachine gun team patrolling outside her room. She must have anticipated the risks at sea and made extensive preparations. She’s not leaving her cabin just because she’s cautious; that Warner is probably her lover. This woman is very good at enchanting men and has no shortage of manpower around her,” the first voice said.

“Speaking of which, what’s the background of that Warner? You two should think of a way to probe into it.”

A girl’s voice responded, “Why do we need to know so much? As long as we can kill her, that’s all that matters. You’ve been chasing her for four years, and she’s been unharmed all along. How many of you came out, and how many are left now? Don’t you think she can guess your moves? My point is, your method still won’t work. Those fake dead bodies outside will eventually become real dead bodies.”

Zhang Haiyan covered his forehead, thinking, “Girl, there’s no need to wait; they should already be completely dead by now.”

The initial voice grew somewhat displeased: “Young lady, if it weren’t for us spreading the Five Dou Disease in the South Seas, you wouldn’t even see a shadow of Miss Dong now. Saying this is a bit like burning bridges after crossing them, isn’t it? Our two sides agreed on mutual benefit; even if you want to say something unpleasant, you should swallow it down.”

Zhang Haiyan suddenly jolted. What did he just hear? Plague? Efforts don’t betray the diligent; indeed, this group of people was related to the plague. He immediately listened carefully, fearing he might miss a single word.

It’s better to be lucky than to be early. Perhaps it was because the girl spoke disrespectfully that the cargo hold suddenly fell into silence. This silence made the cargo hold particularly quiet, so quiet that it was frightening.

Zhang Haiyan focused his mind, fearing that if the environment fell silent, his breathing would be heard. As soon as everything quieted down, he suddenly heard a loud snort behind him: “Hoo~lu, hoo~lu.”

Zhang Haiyan turned around in surprise and saw He Jianxi with his mouth wide open, snoring.

“Damn it!” Zhang Haiyan felt a chill in his heart and immediately stopped hearing any whistling. Just as he was puzzled, he noticed that everyone was very tacitly encircling them.

In the darkness, it was hard to see clearly. Zhang Haiyan picked up He Jianxi and began to run wildly towards the exit.

He was not far from the cargo opening and instantly dashed out. Almost at the moment he jumped onto the spiral staircase, he caught a glimpse of a masked girl who had followed them.

It was the one with slightly shorter hair, holding a sharp spike in one hand, which she aimed directly at Zhang Haiyan’s butt. Zhang Haiyan quickly let go of He Jianxi, who landed directly on the girl’s face. The girl’s view was obstructed by He Jianxi’s bottom, missing the target, and the spike struck the spiral staircase, sending sparks flying.

The girl, furious and embarrassed, Zhang Haiyan quickly grabbed He Jianxi by the neck and pulled him back. The girl began to stab wildly in front of her, hitting He Jianxi’s pant leg.

The girl immediately twisted the spike, directly snagging his pants. Zhang Haiyan pulled up on He Jianxi’s neck while the girl pulled down on his pant leg, making He Jianxi’s entire body tense up. In a moment of desperation, Zhang Haiyan quickly unbuckled He Jianxi’s belt, and the pants were torn off. The belt was about to be pulled off along with the pants.

Zhang Haiyan stepped forward and grabbed the belt, pulling He Jianxi out directly, causing the girl to fall over. Zhang Haiyan then carried the bare-bottomed He Jianxi and dashed up to the deck. Without looking back, he leaped onto the outer wall of the first-class cabin, climbing up layer by layer like a monkey.

There were balconies on both sides.

His room was 345, which should be on the third floor, right? But where was the third floor? He couldn’t care less.

Zhang Haiyan randomly picked a balcony that looked good and climbed in. The balcony was still lit; as he rolled into the room, he saw Steven coming out of the bathroom, completely naked and shaving.

What a coincidence! Zhang Haiyan looked around and realized this was Steven’s room, no wonder the balcony looked so familiar. He had actually come back.

The two were stunned. Steven looked at a shirtless man carrying another man who was naked from the waist down, standing in front of his completely naked self.

“You!”

Before Steven could shout, Zhang Haiyan tossed He Jianxi over. Although He Jianxi wasn’t heavy, this way of throwing him still knocked Steven back into the bathtub.

Steven was very strong; he looked refined but had great strength and almost immediately stood up. Without warning, Zhang Haiyan rushed over and pushed him back into the bathtub again. All three of them fell into the bathtub, and Zhang Haiyan’s head collided with Steven’s forehead, knocking him out cold.

Everything happened too quickly. At this moment, He Jianxi seemed to have regained some clarity and saw three men, including himself, squeezed into a bathtub filled with bubbles. He didn’t say a word, and his eyes turned red.