But sometimes there's a mistake, sometimes the intelligence isn't accurate or you just happen to run into the coast guard, then you accept your bad luck, go in for a few days, pay some money, and come out.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction the captain pointed and sure enough, there was a very small boat, somewhat like a sailboard boat, incapable of handling big winds and waves. A young man on board, wearing a hat, with an indistinct face, like all the stowaways, carried very little stuff, just a bag, and a flat one at that. Seeing their boat approach, the young man grabbed the ship's rail and instantly jumped on board.

"Nice move, young man!" The captain, still holding a rope, seemed not to need it. He said a few words in the local dialect to the person on the small boat and tossed a plastic bag containing the counted money to the person on the sailboard boat, which quickly left the coastline while they turned to the right after a short while.

Fatty Wang saw the young man sitting silently in the cabin and, finding it dull, circled around a few times. By then, darkness had fallen, and the fishing boat had lit the oil lamp, but when it was time for dinner, he didn't see the captain's woman come in to cook. Fatty Wang was about to look for her, when the young man, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly sprang up and blocked him.

"What are you doing?" Fatty Wang clutched the black bag tightly, eyes wary as he stared at the young man in front of him, his heart thumping loudly.

"Fatty Wang? Wang Family heir?" Hearing his own name from the young man's mouth, Fatty Wang involuntarily stepped back, clutching the bag even tighter.

"Who are you?" He wanted to step forward, but his legs wouldn't stop trembling. He didn't want to admit the threat this person posed, yet as the young man approached step by step, he couldn't help but scream, hoping someone might save him. However, that hope had long been buried by money.

Fear spread widely before his eyes, and Fatty Wang collapsed onto the deck. "You... you ultimately... what do you want to do?" He was already unable to speak normally, his fear increasingly expanding under the darkening sky.

The young man removed his hat, revealing his distinct facial features. Fatty Wang's eyes widened, searching through blurry memories.

"Forgot already? We just met." The young man squatted on the ground, deliberately approached him, and when his fingers skimmed over Fatty Wang's chubby double chin, he covered his nose.

"It's you!" Fatty Wang immediately remembered this person, the one who went to the old mansion with him to retrieve the Staff.

"Seems you've got good memory." The young man took a pair of gloves from the bag and slowly loaded bullets into a gun. "Thinking of going to Italy? Your journey ends here!"

"Did Xiao Mu send you?" Fatty Wang realized that Xiao Mu having the tape of Wang Zhanting was all pre-arranged. He had stupidly fallen into this trap.

"Xiao Mu?" The young man laughed arrogantly. "You flatter me too much."

"Don't kill me; I can give you money. We're just about to hit international waters; nobody will know." Fatty Wang abruptly pushed the bag in front of the young man. "Let me go!"

"Is there money inside?" The young man aimed the gun at the black bag, his eagle-like eyes watching every move Fatty Wang made. "This really puts me in a bind."

"As long as you don't kill me, it's all yours." Seeing the young man hesitate, Fatty Wang hurriedly unzipped the bag and scattered the bundled money before him. "Is this enough, or if not, there's more."

The young man tutted. "Honestly, all your Wang Family's wealth looks like mere sesame seeds to me. Your money really can't move me; do you have anything else?"

Hearing the young man's words, Fatty Wang stopped what he was doing, his terrified eyes blankly fixed. "Are you teasing me?"

"Give me the disc you've got, I'll give you a clean death, otherwise, for every crime you've committed, I'll shoot you with a bullet; wondering if I'll turn you into a beehive."

"Who are you really?" Fatty Wang threw the bag aside, slowly getting up. He was no longer trembling. When terror reaches a certain point, one becomes numb, Fatty Wang calculated the feasibility of escaping in one piece, holding a gun in his hand, with his shooting skills, it shouldn't be too hard, as long as the right opportunity arose, there might still be a slim chance.

"Ah, do you know how Elder Guo died? Or Poison Dragon, oh and those who went to kill Xiao Lin, I can tell you, they died terribly, especially Elder Guo, not a single complete bone was left, crushed piece by piece."

"You're sent by Xiao Lin!"

"Hey, who is he again? It seems like you have quite a few enemies." The young man shook his head helplessly. "Give me the disc, and I'll make it quick for you."

"It's not that easy to kill me." As Fatty Wang said this, he suddenly grabbed the black bag and hurled it at the young man. At the same time, he dropped to the ground, rolling with the motion of the waves to one side, pulled out a gun from his pocket, and fired in the direction where the young man was standing. The sound of the bullet breaking through was drowned by the wind and waves. The young man swiftly ducked behind the cabin board, and the bullet hit the steel plate, sparking.

Seeing that his first shot missed, Fatty Wang also fled and hid in a room. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The sound of a can being kicked around disrupted Fatty Wang's mind, the young man's deep voice whispered in his ear, accompanied by eerie chuckling. His hand holding the gun trembled violently, and his breath became uncontrollably rapid.

The shattered can rolled outside the door behind him, and he charged forward, moving from his original spot to a pile of burlap sacks. His eyes were fixed on the wooden door, through the glass window, he saw the silhouette blocking the doorway, the rotating doorknob clicked as it turned.

This person was deliberate, and Fatty Wang's heaving chest with the rhythmic sounds of the turning felt like it was about to explode. He had never felt death so close, so close that he could almost see the Grim Reaper standing at that door, wielding a Scythe walking toward him. He wanted to scream, he could scream, but he didn't. Swallowing hard, he searched with his eyes for another way out.

The wooden door was pushed open, the shattered can kicked into the warehouse, eerie laughter grew closer. "You can't escape." The young man said creating fear unwittingly as Fatty Wang searched for the best escape route. "Come out, and die in my hands."

"No!" Unable to withstand the fear, Fatty Wang raised his gun and fired outside.

The random shooting resulted in exhausting all his bullets, leaving only the sound of an empty clip. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same; he was out of ammunition, and the shadow had reached him.

"Rat!" In the eyes of the young man, this once invincible man looked as pitiable as a rat in the gutter. "There's still one gun here, want it?"

The game of mockery was just beginning, the young man flipped the gun and handed it to Fatty Wang. "I'll give you a chance. If you can dodge three moves from me, I'll make it quick for you." Looking at the bewildered Fatty Wang, the young man stuffed the gun into his hand. "There are three bullets in total, if you manage to escape from my hands within those, I'll let you die a bit quicker."

Ah! As Fatty Wang took the gun, he let out a roar, leaping up with all his might, the bullet grazed past the young man's ear, striking the steel plate.

"You have two more chances." The young man's voice sounded behind Fatty Wang, who opted not to return fire and instead ran straight out from the doorway. The young man frowned and chased after him. Fatty Wang was no longer in the cabin, and the man silently cursed, hurriedly heading toward the engine room.

The last chance Fatty Wang held rested with the owner of the ship. A woman's scream tore through the sky, and the second shot silenced her scream; the woman lay in a pool of blood, groaning in pain. When the young man arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief; he was not foolish enough to shoot the captain, otherwise, in such weather, no one could safely return at night.

"You still have the last bullet. I must remind you, your hostage determines all our lives, you can kill him, then we can drift at sea until the next ship approaches, but now is the storm period, are you confident you can helm?" Listening to the young man's words, Fatty Wang indifferently pressed the gun against the captain's temple.

"I can kill you, then let him steer."

"With your last bullet?"

"No, exchange it for this man's life." Fatty Wang smacked the captain's head with the gun's handle. "How about that?"

The young man's eyebrows furrowed together, indeed a scoundrel. "You forced me to do this."

"What?" Fatty Wang's mind clouded, losing sight of the man's figure, a gust of wind blew past him, he seemed to feel something cold blowing into his body. It sounded like someone was shouting nearby, a call of terror. He sluggishly turned to the captain, finding him staring wide-eyed, filled with fear that only brown pupils remained.

Through his pain, Fatty Wang saw his reflection, something was flowing from his neck. Raising his hand numbly, the sticky liquid felt hot, red enough to suffocate him.

With a bang, he knelt to the ground, right hand desperately covering the bleeding spot, his eyes glared, gazing at a certain place, his parted mouth produced a hissing sound. "Ah...ah..." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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