The Mekong River

Killing the soldiers in front of him didn't mean Bai Lang and the crew were out of danger. These weren't some local security guards; they had spread out, forming a defensive formation where they could cover each other. Most importantly, the distance between them was such that a single grenade couldn't take them all out. This slowed Bai Lang down a bit. A fraction of a second might not be enough to react, but within one second, these men would definitely react.

Fortunately, Bai Lang had let out a roar. The result was that even if these men had time to react, they were now disoriented and unable to move, giving Bai Lang a final opportunity. He finally released the safety and fired a burst. Because the bullpup rifle's rearward center of gravity made it easier to control, combined with Bai Lang's powerful arm strength and body control, his shots were incredibly accurate, hitting all the surviving soldiers on the deck except for the first one, which was a test shot.

It formed a perfect arc, about half the magazine spent. All the soldiers lay on the ground twitching – essentially death throes. Bai Lang, controlling his aim, had shot quite accurately. "Guns are the fastest way to kill. Martial Arts is outdated," Bai Lang stated a fact. With his current Martial Arts, at this range, using a gun was indeed the most efficient way to kill. He could control the recoil, and his training had given him sharp senses and excellent coordination, making him the perfect soldier template.

Moreover, he had the added bonus of the Golden Bell Shield, which granted him immense strength and made his muscles and bones as tough as a standard bulletproof vest. Thinking this, Bai Lang shook his head, "I wanted to cultivate martial arts, but instead, I've cultivated a whole arsenal of 'hidden weapons.' Oh well, this is fine too." However, the captain and crew on the ship were terrified. Although they made a living on this river and had heard many stories, witnessing several people being killed right before their eyes was still incredibly frightening.

The first mate didn't know what to say. Those soldiers had indeed threatened him, demanding he deliver some cargo upstream to another ship. The situation seemed quite dangerous, but based on the first mate's experience, paying a small sum might have been enough to make the soldiers back down and find another ship. But who could have imagined this guest would suddenly resort to murder, and so quickly and decisively?

The captain wanted to curse, and so did the first mate, but they didn't dare. The first mate was up close, and the captain, looking down from above, had seen it all clearly. This guest truly possessed the kind of martial arts seen in TV shows and movies. Ripping someone's ribs apart was as easy as peeling an orange, and shattering a skull was like crushing tofu. And that tiger's roar still had their ears ringing. Besides, this ferocious man was still holding a gun.

Bai Lang knew he had to take control of the situation. "Don't just stand there, hose down the deck, throw the bodies in the water, and get rid of the guns. Let's leave quickly. Don't be afraid. Continue your voyage; I'll get off when we reach my destination. You can call the police, but I suggest you report it to your country's authorities. The people here aren't trustworthy." He casually kicked a corpse into the water, then tossed his gun in as well, signaling the crew members to hurry up.

He wasn't afraid of them taking the guns; these men had shaky legs and wouldn't be able to aim at him even if they tried. Besides, they were all terrified, and they immediately got to work as soon as Bai Lang spoke. The soldiers' bodies were dumped into the river; the Mekong River's catfish would help to dismember them beyond recognition. Then, all the weapons were thrown into the water – these things were trouble, and discovery would lead to major problems. As for the soldiers' speedboat, the driver was dead in his seat. Bai Lang stomped on the bottom of the boat with one foot, shattering it and breaking the keel. River water quickly flooded the hull, and the speedboat began to sink.

The ship resumed its journey. Bai Lang knew he couldn't stay on board for long, but he couldn't leave just yet. "At least until we reach Myanmar. And if possible, maybe I can get my hands on a speedboat."

The situation was as expected. The atmosphere on the ship was tense. Everyone was terrified of Bai Lang, who killed as easily as eating and drinking, even though he had killed Thai soldiers. There was no choice. If they hadn't paid much attention before, after witnessing Bai Lang kill, they now saw him as a human tiger. And Bai Lang, who cultivated the True Intent of Tiger Form, was currently armed and harboring murderous intent. His control over his own mind wasn't yet perfect, so sometimes a certain killing intent would leak out, making him even more terrifying.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before, before the crew members went completely mad – they were too scared to even call the police, even though Bai Lang had told them to. They feared this tiger-like man might go back on his word and kill anyone who reported him. Before they could completely lose their minds, members of a drug trafficking syndicate from Myanmar appeared. Compared to the military and police personnel in Thailand, these Myanmar individuals were likely private armed groups, far inferior in equipment and skill to those Thai soldiers.

They were armed with what looked like Type 56-2 rifles and were approaching Yuhua 3 in a speedboat. Bai Lang didn't show himself but crouched behind the ship's railing, observing. Bai Lang carefully examined the men on the speedboat, then suddenly shouted, "Everyone back to the cabin! Get down! These guys are going to attack!"

As expected, the Myanmar armed personnel on the speedboat raised their weapons and began firing at Yuhua 3. Fortunately, Bai Lang had shouted, and everyone quickly dropped to the deck. However, the hull of the cargo ship was like paper against the bullets from the Type 56-2 rifles; it offered no protection against the barrage. It was only because the attackers' vantage point was limited by their height that no one had been hit yet.

Bai Lang didn't have any weapons within reach. To be honest, he regretted discarding the rifles too early. Using his Lightness Skill and reflexes, he dodged the aim of their guns, darting rapidly across the deck, trying to get closer to the speedboat. "An aerial assault isn't realistic; attacking from underwater would be better. Good thing I can swim. And I remember Mythbusters had an episode testing bullets fired into water; it seemed that at a depth of two meters, most rifle and machine gun bullets were actually no longer lethal."

Bai Lang jumped into the water from the other side and quickly dove deeper. He couldn't go around the bow; the ship wouldn't stop. He wouldn't go around the stern either; that would waste time. Instead, he went directly under the ship. His breathing was steady, allowing him to stay underwater for a while.