However, there are times when things go wrong, sometimes the intelligence isn't accurate, or you just happen to run into the coast guard, and you accept your bad luck, spend a few days inside, pay some money, and get out.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction the ship captain pointed, and sure enough, there was a very small boat, somewhat like a windsurfing board, not able to withstand strong winds and waves. A young man was aboard, wearing a hat, his face unclear, and like all stowaways, he carried very little, just a flat bag. As their boat approached, the young man grabbed the boat rail with both hands and leaped aboard.

"Nice moves, young man!" The captain held a rope in his hand, but it seemed of no use. He said a few words in the local dialect to the person on the small boat, then threw a plastic bag containing the counted money to the person on the boat, and the windsurfing boat quickly left the coastline, while they turned to the right after not traveling for long.

Fatty Wang saw the young man sitting silently in the cabin. After boredly circling the cabin a few times, the sky had darkened, and the fishing boat lit an oil lamp. By dinnertime, the captain's woman was not seen coming in to cook. As Fatty Wang was about to look for her, the young man, who had been sitting quietly on the ground, suddenly sprang up and blocked his way.

"What do you want?" Fatty Wang clutched the black bag in his hands, his eyes wary as he stared at the young man in front of him, his heartbeat pounding loudly.

"Fatty Wang? The Wang Family heir?" Upon hearing his name from the young man's mouth, Fatty Wang involuntarily took a step back, clutching the bag even tighter.

"Who are you?" He wanted to step forward, but his legs started to tremble. He didn't want to admit the threat this person in front of him posed, yet as the young man approached him step by step, he couldn't help but scream, perhaps still holding a faint hope that someone might come to save him, although such hope had long been buried in money.

Panic expanded before his eyes, and Fatty Wang suddenly fell onto the cabin floor. "You... what... what do you want to do?" He was unable to speak normally, his fear growing larger under the gradually darkening sky.

The young man took off his hat, revealing his well-defined features. Fatty Wang's eyes widened as he struggled to recall a blurry impression.

"Did you forget so soon? We just met." The young man squatted on the ground, deliberately leaning closer, his fingers brushing against Wang's chubby double chin while covering his nose with his hand.

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

"Seems like your memory isn't bad." The young man took a pair of gloves from his bag and put them on, slowly loading bullets into a gun. "Planning to go to Italy? Your journey ends here!"

"Were you sent by Xiao Mu?" Fatty Wang realized it—the way Xiao Mu had recordings of Wang Zhanting was all pre-arranged. He had jumped foolishly into this trap.

"Xiao Mu?" The young man laughed arrogantly. "You're flattering me too much."

"Don't kill me, I can give you money, we're almost to international waters, no one will know." Fatty Wang thrust the bag into the young man's face. "Let me go!"

"Is there money in here?" The young man pointed his gun at the black bag, his eagle-like eyes tracking Wang's every move. "This makes things difficult for me."

"As long as you don't kill me, it's all yours." Seeing the young man's hesitation, Fatty Wang quickly unzipped the bag, throwing the bundles of money in front of him. "Is it enough? If not, there's more."

The young man clicked his tongue. "Honestly, the Wang family's fortune is like a sesame seed in my eyes. Money can't really move me; do you have anything else?"

Upon hearing the young man's words, Fatty Wang paused his actions, his terrified eyes freezing in place. "Are you toying with me?"

"Give me the disc in your hands, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, for everything you've done, if each action deserves a bullet, I don't know if I'd shoot you into a honeycomb." The young man chuckled softly.

"Who the hell are you?" Fatty Wang threw the bag aside, slowly climbing from the ground, no longer shaking. When fear reaches a certain point, one becomes numb. Fatty Wang calculated the odds of escaping from him, a gun still in hand. With his shooting skills, it shouldn't be hard; he just needed the right opportunity—a slim chance of survival.

"Ah, do you know how Elder Guo died, or that Poison Dragon, or those who went to kill Xiao Lin? I can tell you, they all met terrible ends, especially Elder Guo—when he died, not even a single complete bone was left; they were crushed bit by bit."

"You were sent by Xiao Lin!"

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

"It won't be that easy to kill me." As he said this, Fatty Wang suddenly grabbed the black bag and flung it at the young man. At the same time, he dropped to the ground, rolling with the swaying wind to the side. He pulled out the gun from his pocket and fired in the direction where the young man stood, but the sound of the bullet was swallowed by the wind and waves. The young man quickly dodged behind the side of the cabin, and the bullet hit the steel plate, sparking.

Seeing that the first shot didn't hit the target, Fatty Wang also dodged into a room for cover. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The sound of a can being kicked around disturbed Fatty Wang's heart. The low voice of the young man echoed in his ear, accompanied by a creepy, chuckling laughter. His hand holding the gun was trembling violently, and his breathing had become uncontrollably fast.

The can rolled outside the door behind him. He made a dash forward, moving from his original spot to a pile of sack installations, his eyes fixed on the wooden door. From the glass window, he saw the figure standing at the door, and the rotating handle was turning with a click, click sound.

This person was doing it on purpose. As the fluctuating sound of the turning door handle rose and fell, Fatty Wang's chest felt like it was about to explode. He had never felt death so close, so close that he almost saw the Grim Reaper standing at that door, holding the Scythe coming toward him. He wanted to scream, he could scream, but he didn't. Swallowing hard, his eyes searched for another exit.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the can was kicked into the warehouse, the eerie laughter getting closer. "You can't escape." The young man's voice was manufacturing fear without intending to provide Fatty Wang with the best way out. "Come out and die quickly by my hands."

"No!" Overwhelming fear forced Fatty Wang to lift his gun and shoot outside in bursts.

The result of his random firing was the depletion of all his bullets, leaving only the sound of an empty click. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same — he was out of ammunition, and the shadow was now in front of him.

"Rat!" In the young man's eyes, this conceited man was as pitiful as a sewer rat. "There's another gun here, do you want it?"

The taunting game was just about to start. The young man flipped the gun and handed it out to Fatty Wang. "I'll give you a chance. If you can dodge three moves from me, I'll grant you a swift death." Staring at the confused Fatty Wang, the young man shoved the gun into his hand. "There are three bullets in it. If you manage to escape from me with these three shots, I'll give you a way out, so you can die quickly."

Ah! As Fatty Wang received the gun, he let out a loud cry, using all his strength to leap forward. The bullet grazed past the young man's ear, hitting the steel plate.

"You have two chances left." The young man's voice sounded behind Fatty Wang, who did not choose to retaliate but ran directly toward the door. The young man frowned and chased after him closely. Fatty Wang was no longer in the cabin, and the man murmured to himself that this was not good, hurriedly heading toward the engine room.

The last chance Fatty Wang seized was the owner of the ship. A woman's scream pierced the sky, and the second bullet put an end to her scream. The woman, collapsed in a pool of blood, let out a painful groan. When the young man arrived, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been foolish enough to kill the captain, otherwise, in such weather, no one would be able to safely return at night.

"You have one last bullet. I must remind you that the hostage in your hand is the key to all our lives. You could kill him, and we could drift at sea until another ship comes close, but now is the stormy period. Are you confident enough to steer?" Listening to the young man's words, Fatty Wang carelessly pressed the gun against the captain's temple.

"I could kill you, and then have him sail the ship."

"With your remaining bullet?"

"No, with this man's life in exchange." Fatty Wang smashed the gun butt on the captain's head. "How about it?"

The young man's eyebrows furrowed, truly a scumbag. "You're forcing my hand."

"What?" Fatty Wang's vision blurred, losing sight of the man, a gust of wind blew past him, and he seemed to feel something cold slipping into his body. It was as if someone was shouting in his ear, a terror-filled scream. He dully turned to the captain, finding him staring with wide eyes, fear rendering his pupils only brown.

Through his agony, Fatty Wang saw his own image, something flowing from his neck. He woodenly raised his hand, the sticky liquid was slightly warm, red enough to suffocate him.

With a bang, he fell to his knees, desperately covering the bleeding spot with his right hand, his eyes glaring at some point, his mouth emitting a hissing sound. "Ah... ah... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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