A cruise ship.
Three warships.
They soon entered the harbor.
The warships' thick gun barrels pointed straight at the docks, leaving everyone pale and terrified.
This was no joke.
They were all ordinary people, flesh and blood.
Songka Port had now been all but abandoned, becoming a lawless no-man's-land.
If the crews of those warships suddenly got trigger-happy...
One shell fired at the shore would turn everyone present into bloody pulp!
The cruise ship docked.
Its hatch opened.
Rather than let the people on the docks touch anything, several burly young men jumped ashore and operated the gangway themselves.
Before long...
A group of people walked out of the ship.
Not many.
Seven or eight.
But every one of them looked like a corpse. Their skin bore no trace of life; instead, they radiated a chilling cold that made people's hearts tremble.
Special ability users!
Everyone disembarking was a special ability user!
Their leader was a middle-aged man.
Songka Port was sweltering, yet this man wore a thick, tattered padded coat.
His face was very pale.
There was no color in it at all.
He looked as though he had been frozen in Cold Storage for years.
However...
When he saw Jiang Qiao approaching, he forced a trace of a smile onto his stiff, indifferent face and extended his hand. "Mr. Jiang, I'm Wang Peng of the Heaven-Bearing Society."
"Hello."
Jiang Qiao did not shake his hand.
The man stank.
"You're in rather poor shape. Your strength is decent, but you've already reached your limit."
He looked the man over.
Then Jiang Qiao spoke.
"Unless you find a solution, you have three to five years left at most."
"You have a keen eye, Mr. Jiang." Wang Peng lowered his hand, unbothered by Jiang Qiao's seemingly rude gesture. "I've exhausted my