Lan Mu arrived at an extremely remote little dock in Los Angeles late at night. It normally rented yachts to customers for profit, but secretly, it was one of the places where Paul's men disposed of bodies after murder.
He held a map Fang Moqi had given him, marked with the luxury yacht's approximate location at sea.
"First, I need a boat."
Lan Mu transformed into a Hunter and swiftly charged into the dock.
There were only six staff members on duty at the dock, two of whom were carrying guns.
It was not that the other four had no guns; they simply hung theirs on the wall and did not use them.
The two armed guards were dozing in their chairs when a sudden sharp pain struck the backs of their heads, and they lost consciousness.
The unarmed ones were even easier to deal with. Ambushed in the darkness, they died cleanly and efficiently.
Transforming into an elf, Lan Mu clumsily piloted a small yacht out to sea.
The nighttime waves were enormous, but Lan Mu's legs seemed nailed to the deck. Though the boat swayed wildly, he felt no discomfort at all.
After a bumpy journey, his astonishing eyesight finally spotted a large luxury yacht.
It was a kilometer away and rapidly approaching him.
"Huh? Didn't they say it was anchored at sea? Why is it heading back?"
The luxury yacht was clearly coming toward Lan Mu. It would reach shore in about half an hour.
"I have to deal with them at sea!"
Lan Mu stopped the small yacht and jumped straight into the water.
After swimming more than ten meters, his body suddenly changed. A red, blazing flame monster appeared in the sea before sinking to the ocean floor.
The Flame Demon form stood four meters