Chapter 1

A ten-thousand-ton luxury cruise ship, the Queen Mariana, quietly sailed on the vast, calm surface of the Pacific Ocean. The gentle sea breeze stirred up countless waves on the tranquil sea, extending endlessly into the horizon. The sea breeze carried a suffocating fishy smell.

*Bang!*

A loud noise shattered the calm of the sea. Immediately, cries and screams erupted from the ship, and many men and women in various elegant clothes rushed out of the cabins, panic-stricken, running towards the deck.

"Quick, quick! Grab that girl and retreat immediately!" Amidst the chaos, a loud command suddenly rang out.

A group of black-clad, masked, burly men rushed out from the stern of the ship. They were well-organized, splitting into two groups and charging towards the first-class cabin of the Queen Mariana.

At this moment, a young man in casual clothes, wearing a pair of flip-flops and looking somewhat rustic, emerged from the cabin. Just as he did, a black-clad burly man with an AK47 rushed up to him. However, the burly man's target was not him but the stairs leading up behind him.

"Get out of the way, brat!" The burly man glared at the young man and shouted angrily.

Seeing that the young man did not seem to intend to move, the burly man's face darkened.

He did not plan to waste words with this country bumpkin. The black-clad burly man skillfully reversed the AK47, preparing to use the butt of the gun.

Unexpectedly, as he was about to reverse the butt, the burly man never imagined that the rustic-looking young man would suddenly move, lifting his foot and kicking the burly man in the stomach.

The black-clad burly man flew at least a meter into the air and then fell to the ground, motionless!

Behind the burly man, his companions noticed that their leader had fallen to the ground. Just as they were puzzled, they saw a flip-flop growing larger in their field of vision...

The man was thrown five meters away and lay motionless on the ground!

The black-clad men behind him stopped in their tracks. "Who is this guy?"

"Whatever you're planning, get out of here immediately. Don't kill anyone in front of me."

The young man's face was ordinary, even unremarkable, but he had a pair of eyes that instilled fear. His eyes seemed to carry a cold, chilling gaze that made the black-clad men take a step back.

No one could describe what was so special about those eyes; they just exuded a kind of killing aura!

That was the aura of someone who had truly taken lives.

"Killing again... and it's not even been three days!"

The young man didn't bother with the black-clad men, just looking at the two people lying on the ground with a hint of helplessness.

He didn't check if they were dead.

Because no one who had been kicked by his legs had ever survived, and he had enough confidence in that.

"Go! We can't give up like this!"

The leader of the black-clad men seemed to have just come to his senses, realizing that this strange young man was not an ordinary opponent. He immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the young man's head.

The young man sighed.

Before the leader of the black-clad men could pull the trigger, a gust of wind struck his chest.

The leader of the black-clad men felt all his ribs break, and excruciating pain spread through his body. Clutching his chest, his face contorted in agony, he spat out a mouthful of blood, leaving a pool of blood on the deck of the cruise ship.

"This is your own doing, so don't blame me!" The young man said coldly, his eyes stern.

It seemed that the young man exuded an aura of death, as if the Grim Reaper had descended.

"Hmph" The young man sensed a hint of danger and coldly snorted in his mind.

In a flash, the young man's feet moved in a peculiar pattern, making his figure unpredictable. The black-clad man behind him, who was about to shoot the young man, was at a loss, his mouth slightly open, his face showing surprise.

He couldn't aim or track the young man's exact position. For a trained marksman, this was the first time he had encountered such speed and agility.

Suddenly, the young man's figure, like a spirit of the night, flashed with a glint in his eyes, exuding a chill, and he moved towards the two black-clad men closest to him...

At this moment, in the first-class cabin above, a middle-aged man was observing the scene through a telescope, his eyes filled with surprise, amazement, and confusion.

"Who is this young man? That kind of legwork and hand technique is impossible for a teenager to have!" The middle-aged man's face showed deep confusion. After muttering to himself, he continued to observe the young man through the telescope.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" A clear and pleasant voice of a young girl sounded behind the middle-aged man.

A girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old stood behind the middle-aged man, looking a bit mischievous.

"How many times have they tried to kidnap me now? It's so boring!"