The large ship ran aground on a deserted beach.
Nan Feng, disguised as the leader of the Men in Black, dragged Long Yuan, who was bound up like a dumpling in iron chains, and jumped off the ship.
The sand on the beach was soft. The two quietly observed their surroundings, but found no sign of a third person.
"Looks like your companions didn't come," Long Yuan said mockingly. "Maybe my master already slaughtered them."
"Cut the crap."
Nan Feng raised a hand and slapped the back of Long Yuan's head with a smack.
Long Yuan was sent flying by that "tremendous force," rolling across the beach several times before coming to a stop.
"Pah! Pah! Just you wait!" Long Yuan spat out the sand in his mouth and cursed. "When my master gets here, I'll force-feed you sand until you die."
"Hmph."
Nan Feng gave a performative snort, reached out and pulled Long Yuan over, then carried him toward shore by his chains.
He could clearly sense ten people cautiously watching the two of them from a pile of rocks eight hundred meters away.
They should have been the "contacts" mentioned by the Men in Black.
But the strength of these ten people was quite ordinary. The strongest was only level 44, even weaker than the leader of the Men in Black.
These people, like the Men in Black, were hired by someone, Nan Feng thought.
The mastermind did not show up in person, which left Nan Feng slightly disappointed.
Whether it was the Emperor or Soyana, they were both among the strongest people in the world. Why did they not dare show themselves?
If they wanted to take Long Yuan away, they could have simply acted directly. Why make things so complicated?
Sneaking around and hiding behind the