He Jianxi was hiding in the lifeboat, and it was extremely cold here. He was curled up in the corner, shivering. He had originally been the accountant for a private winery, collecting debts by reading people’s expressions every day. Then, suddenly, his boss committed suicide. He returned to Xiamen, only to be robbed on a barge and then thrown overboard in the open sea. After drifting for a long time in the vast ocean without any islands, he climbed onto a metal boat and became an illegal immigrant. Ten minutes later, he witnessed a major murder case and then became a kidnapper.

He had always been cautious in life, and apart from some flaws in the private wine business, he had conducted himself with integrity. Yet, within three or four days, he had accumulated multiple serious crimes. He questioned himself; no matter how upright he was, he had no confidence in explaining the situation clearly.

He could no longer imagine how such a situation would end. At first, he could blame Zhang Haiyan, but now, in his dazed state, he understood things clearly. Such a large-scale upheaval could only be blamed on his own fate.

What else would happen? Would he be shot dead? He thought of his boss; in this world, death was not unusual. Or perhaps he could escape, treating it all as a dream.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a noise outside. He stealthily peeked through a gap in the canvas covering the lifeboat—since the lifeboat was covered with canvas—and saw Steven walking outside, dragging a girl with him.

The girl was young and had already been shot but was still alive. She was tied up with a belt. He recognized her; she was the girl he had encountered when Zhang Haiyan had asked him to go smell something in the third-class cabin.

This girl was one of the two who had attacked Zhang Haiyan after he and Zhang had climbed aboard. He remembered that one had shoulder-length hair and the other had hair to her ears; this one with short hair must be called Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu was in great pain, gritting her teeth as Steven pointed a gun at her head, constantly looking around. When he saw that no one was watching, Steven took a deep breath and said to Bai Zhu, “You are my first Oriental woman; I hope we both leave a deep impression on each other.” Saying this, he pushed Bai Zhu’s upper body onto He Jianxi’s lifeboat and began to remove her pants.

Bai Zhu had a very good figure, clearly a girl with excellent swimming skills; her legs were long. Steven started to take off his own pants, feeling excited.

Bai Zhu gritted her teeth, sweating from the pain, and He Jianxi didn’t know if the girl had the strength to perceive what was about to happen. He then heard Bai Zhu say, “Just kill me first.”

“I heard that Indian women used to say such things,” Steven panted, very excited. “My uncle told me that you can’t scalp her first; you have to grab her hair and do her in, or the flies will come quickly.” He pulled up Bai Zhu’s top, and blood began to flow down the side of the boat. Steven looked at Bai Zhu’s upper body and shoved it into the lifeboat.

Bai Zhu was pushed inside and saw He Jianxi. He Jianxi looked at her, unsure of what to do.

Steven struggled to take off his pants and finally succeeded. He wet his hand with saliva, glanced around, and placed the gun on the edge of the lifeboat. From He Jianxi’s position, he could easily reach for the gun.

Bai Zhu didn’t know who He Jianxi was, but she didn’t call out. She looked at He Jianxi and said to him, “Kill me.”

Steven outside said, “I will shoot you in the back of the head at the moment I feel comfortable; they say you’ll convulse violently that way.” He Jianxi looked at Bai Zhu’s face.

What a beautiful girl. Although she kills without blinking, right now, she was no different from the other girls he had encountered who had been bullied in Malacca.

“Kill me,” Bai Zhu’s tears were welling up in her eyes, and He Jianxi suddenly made up his mind. He directly grabbed Steven’s gun, pulled back the canvas, and aimed it at Steven.

Just as Steven was about to take the first step, he was startled by He Jianxi’s sudden movement, tripping over his pants and nearly falling. He Jianxi said, “Everyone has the right to be judged.” Steven immediately turned around, pulling up his pants, his hand already gripping the dagger on his belt.

In an instant, Steven saw a flash of white light; Bai Zhu’s long legs suddenly wrapped around his neck, twisting it with a crack, breaking Steven’s neck. With a forceful twist, Bai Zhu flung Steven out of the boat and into the sea.

Bai Zhu fell to the ground, curling up in pain, but still gritted her teeth and looked at He Jianxi. He Jianxi raised the gun, aimed at Steven, and upon realizing Steven was dead, immediately turned it towards Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu gritted her teeth, trying to get up, realizing her lower body was bare, she held her legs together and struggled a few times. Finally, she fainted. He Jianxi stood there, carefully stepping out of the lifeboat, noticing that Bai Zhu’s top was soaked with blood, but the bleeding had stopped.

“We need to go to the cargo hold. We are ready to kill that woman; we can win.” Bai Zhu, in a daze, looked at He Jianxi, not knowing who she mistakenly thought he was, and said intermittently, “We can’t let anyone know about us; everyone on the ship must die.”

He Jianxi looked at the gun in his hand; it was absolutely impossible for him to kill someone, but lying here, they would eventually be spotted by the firing squad. This girl would either be killed or assaulted; there was no chance of her being interrogated.

For some reason, He Jianxi didn’t want this girl to die. He hadn’t interacted with many girls, and perhaps due to his lack of experience, he felt an inexplicable fondness for pretty girls.

The plague god, that plague god seemed like someone who could be reasoned with. He Jianxi tucked the gun into his back pocket, then helped Bai Zhu put on her pants. He placed her in the lifeboat and took out a bottle of strong liquor that Hai Yan had given him, pouring it over her wounds. Bai Zhu had completely lost her response.

Looking for the plague god, the plague god would come in response to the gunfire. He Jianxi followed the sound of the gunfire.

When he reached the corridor, it was just in time to see Hai Yan finish off that assassin.

The marksman walked past without noticing anyone in the pipeline. Hai Yan let out a sigh of relief, while the assassin glared at him with wide eyes. Hai Yan shook his head, thinking that someone like him, still being messed with at a time like this, must have a short life.

Suddenly, he realized something was off. The one walking below wasn’t the marksman; it was He Jianxi.

That little brat was wobbling along the wall, moving forward. If he took a few more steps, he would reach the cargo hold and get riddled with bullets by the marksman.

Hai Yan immediately swung down from the pipeline, grabbing He Jianxi by the neck and pulling him up.