By dusk, nearly everyone attending the Pilgrimage Assembly had arrived. The Port District was packed, livelier than it had ever been.
Out at sea, a large cruise ship was approaching. It was the vessel carrying the Winged God, with Carmen, Luo Yan, and Huang Ji aboard.
Huang Ji stood on deck and gazed into the distance. Spotting a yacht following behind them, he smiled faintly and used the ship's communications equipment to send a signal.
The yacht trailing them belonged to Marco.
Marco gripped the railing and stared at the cruise ship, slapping the rail in excitement.
"I've finally found you! Luo Yan!"
Marco had arrived long ago. Using the verification code on the invitation, he had passed through the three-hundred-nautical-mile restricted zone surrounding the island.
But he had not gone ashore. He was using someone else's identity, and as a wanted man, he could not pass through the normal landing procedures.
So for hours he had cruised the waters, waiting for Luo Yan and hoping to intercept him along the way.
He knew Luo Yan was escorting the Winged God. That meant Luo Yan would be on a large ship flying the Egyptian flag.
Sure enough, his wait paid off. The moment he spotted the cruise ship in the distance, he ordered his yacht to pursue it.
What he did not know was that someone else was watching him just as closely.
"It really is Marco!"
Eight hundred meters away, Mishu lowered his binoculars and ordered his yacht to pursue Marco's.
He gripped his right hand with his left, positioning his blade so he was poised to draw it.
"I've had a hell of a time finding you, Marco..." Mishu's face was cold and hard, his killing intent unmistakable.
Ever since the battle in New York, Mishu had searched