"This matter doesn't seem important, no matter how you look at it. What's important is what we do," Ghost Hand said thoughtfully, a sharp light flickering in his eyes. Seeing everyone looking at him, he continued, "We have two pieces of information at the mont. First, there are a lot of them, scattered across different levels, with unclear intentions that need to be observed. But one thing is for sure, they didn't co directly for us; otherwise, they would have acted by now. Second, these people are blatantly monitoring us, and the security isn't stopping them, which is probably suspicious. Regardless, we are dealing with assassins. There are two options, either continue to outwit the assassins or leave as soon as possible. I've noticed that the ship is flying a foreign flag; it's not from our country, so even if we reveal our identities, it won't help."
"That's the way it is. Personally, I prefer to continue to actively draw the assassins out. This allows us to observe the suspects' intentions and resolve our grudge with the assassins sooner. Hiding has almost no point; the assassins can still find us. With all kinds of sneak attacks and assassinations, it would be impossible to be on guard forever. Whatever the suspects are going to do, they will do it anyway, so we might as well stand in the light," Mountain Eagle analyzed seriously.
"I personally agree with both points. In my opinion, if the assassins strike, they might affect the suspects' objectives and perhaps even provoke hostility among them, which we could turn to our advantage," Snow Leopard said.
Speaking freely before battle was an old rule of the squad. Everyone could voice their opinions, but once a combat plan was firmly decided, there would be no further discussion, and everyone would execute it resolutely. This had beco a habit. As for matters within the team, ultimately, Lan Xue would make the final decisions. Luo Zheng, listening to the three's analysis, thought it made a lot of sense and, after pondering for a mont, said, "I think that's acceptable, we are soldiers, and soldiers should attack rather than passively take hits."
"All right, that's settled," Lan Xue agreed with everyone's analysis. Seeing that opinions were largely unified, she imdiately decided and instructed, "You three continue to tail us nearby, be ready to provide support, prepare so weapons, and get into battle mode. If you notice sothing is off, deal with it on your own, and be careful with your safety."
"Yes," everyone responded seriously, their expressions turning grave. Entering battle readiness ant regarding this place as a battlefield, where all enemies could be engaged without hesitation. With a clear understanding in their hearts, everyone knew their limits and were eager to get started. Having experienced plenty of blood and storm, this was not a matter the team took lightly. As a soldier prepared to die on the battlefield, they were ready for it.
"Since we're supposedly on vacation, we should look the part. Head to the top deck for swimming, massages, exercise – do whatever you would normally do on a vacation. Just don't drink too much and ss things up. You three, disperse first," Lan Xue continued.
"Yes!" The three acknowledged and, with a serious expression, left one after another.
Once the three had left, Lan Xue turned to Luo Zheng with a grave expression, her pretty brows slightly furrowed in thought. Luo Zheng smiled, "Don't worry, the space here is limited. It's just a five-story layout. Even if there are enemies, what can they do? As long as we keep ourselves safe, the enemy can't escape."
"You're right. Our first priority is to keep ourselves safe, then look for opportunities to counterattack. The space here is confined; the enemy can't escape. Let's drop it, and move on," Lan Xue forced a smile, not wanting Luo Zheng to worry, but it still carried a hint of bitterness.
Luo Zheng didn't say much more. The two of them left the room together, walked along the corridor to the elevator, and took it to the cruise ship's top deck. They found a pair of lounge chairs to lie down on. Luo Zheng brought over two glasses of juice and lay down beside her, comfortably saying, "Xue Er, if it weren't for this little trouble, vacationing would indeed be a real pleasure."
Lan Xue gave Luo Zheng a contemptuous look and said nothing. She pretended to casually observe the surroundings, ready to strike at any mont. Luo Zheng noticed that Lan Xue didn't respond, so he didn't say anything more. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted three people approaching: the leader was wearing a floral checkered shirt, patterned shorts, barefoot, and sporting a pair of flashy sunglasses, exuding the vibe of a wealthy playboy. Following behind him were two n in suits wearing sunglasses, looking like bodyguards.
They seed casual, but Luo Zheng, with his sharp senses, detected that they were heading straight for him. He tensed, bending a leg slightly to prepare for a sudden burst of motion. Yet his face remained calm, with a faint smile. His fingers gently tapped on the wooden table beside him, sending out rhythmic Morse code taps as a warning to Lan Xue.
Having heard the tapping, Lan Xue instantly beca alert. She turned her head to see the three n, but didn't move. One hand reached for the small handbag next to her, which contained not only a woman's trinkets but also eyebrow scissors—sufficient for killing. Her other hand tapped lightly on the wooden armrest of the chair, sending out a Morse code signal, indicating that she got the ssage.
"Yo yo, beauty, a top-notch beauty," the wealthy playboy pushed down his ostentatious sunglasses slightly, ogling Lan Xue with eyes full of greed, making no attempt to disguise it. He exaggeratedly remarked, "Beauty, I'm the owner of this ship, and I'm honored to have a beauty like you aboard my boat. May I know your na and have the pleasure of inviting you to join for lunch?"
Showing off wealth and pedigree was typical of soone riding on their father's coattails. As the offspring of a distinguished family, Lan Xue had seen it all and was unimpressed. There were plenty in Beijing who had the resources to flaunt, but none dared to do so in front of Lan Xue. Without recognizing who the man was, she replied with a disdainful sneer, "You'll have to ask my man."
"Kid, what's your na?" The playboy's face soured, his dissatisfaction directed at Luo Zheng. "Forget it, forget it, I don't care who you are. Here's the deal, I'll give you a million to disappear right now."
It was the first ti Luo Zheng had heard Lan Xue publicly acknowledge him as her man, and he was inwardly pleased. However, upon hearing the playboy's offer, his mood quickly soured. He slowly sat up, his expression darkening as he coldly eyed the playboy. The two bodyguards, sensing trouble, took a step forward, positioning themselves in front of the playboy.
"Psh!" Luo Zheng scoffed disdainfully and lay back down. If boasting about one's father was acceptable, why not boast about oneself and be even more impressive?
The playboy felt humiliated by Luo Zheng, especially in front of such a beautiful woman. He felt he had lost face and beca visibly upset, raging, "Don't be ungrateful, kid. I'll give you five million to disappear, right now. Or else, I wouldn't mind throwing you into the sea to feed the sharks. All sorts of things can happen at sea, and one or two deaths won't matter. Make your choice quickly?" He showed an impatient expression.
Luo Zheng didn't initially want to stoop to the other man's level. After all, there were Reincarnation Killers and other suspicious figures lurking around. Better to have fewer problems than to court trouble. But that didn't an Luo Zheng was afraid. He slowly got to his feet, casting a cold glance at the two bodyguards and noticing the bulges at their waists—guns, lighting up his eyes since he was worrying about not having a weapon.
"Hurry up, I don't have ti to play with you," the playboy yelled angrily, his eyes still fixated on Lan Xue with unmasked greed.
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