He was shouting, screaming madly! But no one could understand what he was yelling about.

"You've killed someone!" The boat captain pointed at the person on the ground and yelled at the young man. The latter gave a contemptuous smile.

"Where is the boat I asked you to prepare?" The excessively cold voice left the boat captain speechless. The young man walked step by step to Fatty Wang and used his phone to capture the scene before his death. "Remember, you've never seen me, nor this person."

"But...." The boat captain regained some awareness. Though he had been through many smuggling and murder incidents, he had never encountered such a method.

"Your wife probably won't make it. I advise you to tie weights to the body and throw it into the sea. That way, you won't have any trouble. Wash the deck clean with seawater, and it's best to buy some lime powder to cover it up, to remove the bloodstains." After making sure Fatty Wang was dead, the young man got up and returned to the original cabin.

When he returned to the engine room, the boat captain had already turned the woman's head. The young man snorted coldly, feeling how fragile human affection was. "This is enough for you to marry another wife." He threw the black bag Fatty Wang left behind to the boat captain, holding the disc in his hand. After glancing at it, he put it into his backpack. "Remember what I said?"

"I have never seen you, nor this person."

"Good!" The young man hoisted Fatty Wang onto his shoulder. "Where's the boat?"

"In the aft cabin."

"Hmm!" The man carried Fatty Wang's corpse to the stern, set down the lifeboat, and cleaned the knife in his hand before placing it in Fatty Wang's fingertips, adjusting it to look plausible, despite the fingers being stiff, but it didn't affect the overall effect. Then he placed a folded letter into his pocket, positioning him kneeling in the lifeboat, cut the rope, and watched the small boat drift away.

The white lifeboat bobbed on the sea, and the man returned to the engine room without any reluctance, where the boat captain was counting the money in the bag. "Once it's dealt with, you can leave."

Seeing the man enter, he immediately started the engine to return.

The man sitting aside sent the photo out, pulled his hat down, and lay on the deck.

When the phone beeped, Xiao Mu naturally picked it up. He was on his third bottle of red wine, but he still wasn't drunk, maybe because he was in a good mood!

"Mu, do you want to see what the pig looks like in the end?" The message arrived much later than he expected, but it came nevertheless, and he was a bit expectant.

"If it's bloody, don't call me." Compared to Xiao Mu, Mu Rongyun's face was flushed from the alcohol.

"Gosh, hearing such words from a pathologist is scarier than seeing a dead pig." Xiao Mu chuckled, his fingers elegantly tracing the screen, bringing forth a photo.

"Just as I imagined." Xiao Mu smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"What? Let me see." Mu Rongyun grabbed the phone only to find a very ordinary photo: a fat man lying in a pool of blood, with blood seeping from below his neck, and his wide-open eyes had a certain artistic flavor. "Died in a pretty standard way."

"Ah, you'll know when you get back to the police station. I bet you'll rave about this incision." Xiao Mu confidently deleted the photo.

"Why?"

"My brother trained this person to kill with one hit. Don't you want to see?"

"Oh, are you talking about the person named Wing?" Mu Rongyun had a deep impression of Wing. They had shared time together and understood the purpose of this person entering the police station. It's just that things turned out too hastily to properly test him but had the feeling of a formidable character.

"Ah! I was quite surprised he would seek me out, but I consider this as repaying a favor to him this time."

"So it's repaying a favor!" Mu Rongyun lay back on the sofa. The yacht docked at the quay, and neither of them thought to disembark. This was a main dock, an unavoidable place for unloading and loading, and their yacht occupied a considerable space.

"Heh heh!" Xiao Mu laughed softly, eagerly anticipating Xiao Lin's reaction to such news. To climb to the top of the Xiao Family, couldn't be achieved with pale hands alone, reaching the end without any bloodshed was a naive ideal.

"Fatty Wang is dead. What do you plan to do next?" As if the story had reached an end, although the process wasn't great, judged by his standards, it was messy and unstructured, yet it ended, chaos begetting chaos.

"Ah!" Xiao Mu exclaimed in surprise. "It's just beginning, isn't it?"

Yanjing was only just beginning, and Fatty Wang's corpse would probably be discovered by tomorrow morning, while the Hua Family would reshuffle the four major families at the same time, with the Xia Family being the first to be supported to power, then the war would truly unfold. Xiao Lin, what would you do? Your choices are just starting; I'm eagerly awaiting your surprises.

"You seem very excited." Mu Rongyun unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest. Without his glasses, he looked untamably wild at the moment.

"Aren't you excited?" Xiao Mu squinted his eyes, countering Mu Rongyun.

"A little." Mu Rongyun gestured slightly with his fingers. "I am looking forward to it, but..."

"You're worried about my stance?" Understanding a person doesn't take much time, or to be precise, he had known Mu Rongyun for just three short months, but this time was enough to make them confidants.

Mu Rongyun nodded calmly, indeed, this was within his range of concerns.

"Since when did you become a softie?" Xiao Mu extended his finger, trailing it from Mu Rongyun's chin to his lips. "You must be ruthless and precise with enemies! Understand?"

"You're drunk." Mu Rongyun sighed softly, taking the crystal glass from Xiao Mu's hand and lifting him by the waist into the room. "After today, let's not meet again."

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to lose such a confidant, but was it possible? As Xiao Mu had stated, now was the true beginning. Xiao Mu's involvement would only give him a soft spot, but could the so-called ruthlessness and precision be applied to Xiao Mu? Watching his profile, Mu Rongyun turned off the light.

No feast lasts forever; watching the yacht, he chose to leave.

A motorhome was parked on the dock, and Mu Rongyun pulled on his coat and got in.

"You shouldn't have come." He spoke indifferently to the angelic-looking woman beside him. It wasn't quite a reprimand but a warning as plain as could be.

"I'm already here." Beneath the angelic beauty lay the deep voice of a man.

"Let's go!" The car slowly drove away from the dock, and Xiao Mu stood on the deck until the shadow vanished around the corner before he returned to the cabin to continue with his unfinished wine. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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