"Your ship ticket."
"Thank you."
By the time the Victory had reached international waters, even more people were choosing to board.
Some arrived on yachts, with wealthy men and beautiful women jumping down from them. Most were spectators who had bought exorbitantly priced "tickets."
But they were not the only ones arriving. Some were even more outrageous.
"Do you have an invitation?"
"Do I need one?"
"Not in your case."
No sane security guard would choose to stop a middle-aged man who had drifted all the way out to international waters on a battered bamboo raft.
And among those who boarded later, he was not even the strangest. He was practically ordinary.
"There was a woman riding a seal, a grandfather and granddaughter floating over on a gourd, and even a surfing boy who ran across the water the whole way. Uh, before that, there was a little monster carried over by several balloons. At least this guy used a boat, even if it's a little shabby."
At an outdoor seating area of a café on the cruise ship's deck, Lu PingAn sipped overpriced coffee he would never normally buy while observing the guests who kept boarding.
The intelligence booklet he had bought earlier lay on the table before him. He had already confirmed that most of these newcomers did not match the information in it.
By coming aboard on their own instead of following the cruise ship out to sea, they avoided the risk of having their information discovered in advance and saved time. But in exchange, the instant they boarded, they drew countless eyes.
Boom!
Not far away, the young man who had just boarded began fighting another contestant.
They smashed straight through one deck. After initially fleeing for their lives in panic, the surrounding tourists instead gathered