When the giant passenger liner Narwhal, bound from Sinela Island to Saint Hena Island, was still over two hundred nautical miles from Saint Hena Island, an uninvited guest descended from the sky onto the small observation deck atop the ship. No one noticed.
The sea breeze at dawn was somewhat cold, still carrying the chill of the night. Especially on the Narwhal's highest observation deck, where the wind was stronger and colder. Thus, aside from a few passengers who came up there to admire the sea view around noon and in the afternoon, there was basically no one there at night or in the morning.
That uninvited guest was naturally Zhang Tie.
Merely from the liner's course, Zhang Tie had determined that it was headed for Saint Hena Island. It also seemed that Saint Hena Island was not far away, so a thought stirred in Zhang Tie's mind as he flew through the sky, and he descended to catch a free ride on the passenger liner.
The Narwhal was a luxury liner. Its snow-white paint, rows of neat, enormous portholes, sleek hull, three multifunctional swimming pools of varying sizes at the front and rear of the vessel, and the lounge chairs and parasols spread across the third deck all proclaimed the hefty price of a ticket aboard such a ship, as well as the financial means of those who could afford to sail on it.
Zhang Tie had taken many ships before. He knew what ordinary passenger liners were like. Things like swimming pools would absolutely never appear on an ordinary passenger liner.
The highest observation deck was indeed very spacious. The moment Zhang Tie landed and withdrew his protective Battle Qi, the sea wind blew his hair into a wild dance like straw.
Zhang Tie smiled and headed toward