A handsome face came into view, arrogance glinting in its gray eyes. A dark gray overcoat swayed gently around him. He was one of the four people who had been seated earlier.
He tapped on the door and met Si Yehan's gaze. "Open the door. I have something to discuss with you," he said casually.
Si Yehan sensed that the man was alive and detected no threat, so he simply opened the door. If the man made any suspicious move, Si Yehan could kill him at any time.
The man in the dark gray overcoat made no attempt to conceal his arrogance. "Let's make a deal. Help me kill that idiot in the leopard-print shirt at the banquet. In return, I'll provide you with hunting weapons and the rules the ghost follows when killing."
Si Yehan's expression remained unchanged at the mention of hunting weapons, but he understood that the man before him had something in common with him: he, too, was passionate about killing.
Si Yehan's voice was calm as he looked at the man before him. "Why did you come to me?"
A smile rose to the lips of the man in the dark gray overcoat. "I can tell you're bloodthirsty to the bone, just like me. And I can sense that you're more dangerous than the other seven, so it's only reasonable that I came to you. My name is Yan Jingxing. If you can survive three days, I'll give you the right to join me in killing everyone on this ship."
Yan Jingxing's smile betrayed a lofty arrogance and a heartfelt love of killing.
Si Yehan looked at Yan Jingxing's radiant smile, weighing when to kill the man. He had no need for a so-called companion. He alone was enough for hunting and killing.
Si Yehan agreed with a calm expression. "All right."
"Someone will bring you a pistol fitted with a suppressor later, along with a dagger that's easy to carry."
After getting Si Yehan's agreement, Yan Jingxing turned and left with great haste. Standing beside the man had made him feel that he had lost control of the situation, leaving him very uneasy.
Yan Jingxing walked briskly, still holding the deathly pale mask he had used to intimidate them earlier in one hand.
Si Yehan left the door open. Before long, the person delivering his meal arrived, a man dressed in dark blue with a walkie-talkie on his chest.
As he delivered the meal, he discreetly handed over a black briefcase, his expression courteous. "Sir, enjoy your meal."
Si Yehan accepted the briefcase along with the meal box.
After closing the door, Si Yehan tossed the meal box onto the living room table, carried the briefcase into the bedroom, and began inspecting it.
There were three compartments, containing a suppressed pistol, ammunition, and a dagger. Si Yehan picked up the pistol and tested its weight, then checked the number of bullets in the magazine.
After stowing everything on his person, Si Yehan placed the briefcase on the bedside table and went to the living room for a quick meal.
Si Yehan thought as he ate.
This instance was even more generously supplied than the last. His hunting equipment was also better. He could save the bullets to take out the security personnel; a dagger would be enough for the killing at the banquet.
"Chen Guang will die before he even sees the ghost," Si Yehan said softly. The man had done quite well earlier. If Si Yehan didn't intervene, he might actually be able to clear the instance without trouble.
He also knew something about the major organizations, and he might have people on the outside.
Unfortunately, having met Si Yehan, he was destined to die in this instance. No matter how glorious his life outside was, it would do him no good.
Lost in thought, Si Yehan finished his meal.
After he threw the meal box into the trash, a clear female voice sounded outside the door. "Hello, sir. The banquet is about to begin. If you're interested, please proceed to the entertainment hall on the first floor."
Si Yehan got up and went out. When the hostess outside saw him, she immediately walked ahead to lead the way.
Looking at her back, Si Yehan saw countless opportunities to kill her. He stroked the dagger in his outer pocket, and on the way, he came across the other seven, who were also being led to the hall.
The service was thoughtful: the men were led by pretty hostesses, while the women were led by handsome security guards.
The eight of them did not exchange glances, merely nodding slightly when they saw one another.
When they reached the entertainment hall, the doors carved with blue flowers were pushed open, and a wave of noisy voices and music washed over them.
Under the brilliant lights, smiles shone on everyone's faces. They were all beside themselves with excitement.
The hostesses and security guards who had led them there smiled. They could also take part in the entertainment aboard the ship. After bowing, they too poured into the crowd.
Looking at the densely packed figures, Si Yehan stood still and observed the scene. After stabbing someone to death, he only needed to turn quickly toward another spot without being noticed by the people nearby.
The four powerful figures, including Yan Jingxing, would probably take care of any investigation afterward, since it involved a ghost.
As for the ordinary natives aboard the ship, would they be frightened by a death and stay away from the entertainment hall? The previous instance had shown that these people also possessed awareness and the ability to think.
While Si Yehan was thinking, the other seven gathered around him.
A relaxed smile also appeared on Chen Guang's face. "Everyone, according to those earlier hints, we also need to relax and enjoy ourselves. Those four things already said we can't refuse a Ghost Slave's request for a dance. So why don't we start dancing among ourselves first?"
Xia Ruifei nodded and looked at Chen Guang. "You're right. Let's pair up among ourselves, then."
Just then, a white man in black formalwear walked over. He looked at Wang Yuxiu politely and extended his right hand. "Madam, may I have this dance?"
The white man wore a suitable smile, his eyes fixed intently on Wang Yuxiu.
Wang Yuxiu instinctively adjusted her round-framed glasses. She thought briefly. They couldn't refuse a Ghost Slave's request for a dance, and everyone's identity at the banquet was unknown. Every refusal could be a gamble with her life.
The white man stared fixedly at Wang Yuxiu, his gaze growing so gloomy it seemed it could drip water at any moment. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Wang Yuxiu placed hers in his palm. "All right, sir. I hope we have a pleasant partnership."
With Wang Yuxiu gone, it was somewhat difficult for the remaining seven to pair up.
Si Yehan looked at the dense crowd. He knew nothing about dancing, and the idea of dancing with someone else instinctively repelled him. "It didn't say we had to dance. We just need to enjoy ourselves. You six can pair up as you see fit. I'm going to find something to drink."
In the end, they settled on Chen Guang with Xia Ruifei, Chen Zhongshou with Cheng Zhuiyu, Jin Zhiguang with an unfamiliar white woman, and Xu Yuanjin with an Asian woman.