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This time, Lu Ao did not need to act. With a light wave of Song Zhou's hand, an invisible sword appeared from nowhere and sliced the approaching boat in two.

The poachers had no idea what had happened. Sensing disaster, the boats behind them did not spare a thought for their companions and hurriedly turned around, speeding off into the distance.

But it was already too late. Their boats split in half one after another and slowly sank into the sea.

For a time, cries for help, curses, and prayers filled the air, and despair spread across the ocean.

Lu Ao and Song Zhou did not leave a single boat for the poachers.

All the poachers fell into the sea. They could not even reach a piece of wood; only the life jackets they wore barely kept them from drowning.

Lu Ao watched from his own boat at a distance.

Some poachers spotted their boat and shouted for help from afar.

Lu Ao crossed his arms and looked coldly at the poacher.

When the poacher met Lu Ao's eyes, his heart instantly turned cold. His hands, which had been paddling through the water, abruptly stopped, and his whole body stiffened.

Song Zhou poked his head out from the wheelhouse and asked, "Shall we go?"

"Go." Lu Ao looked at the sea, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Let's go."

The boat started moving, carrying them farther and farther away from the poachers.

When they were one or two nautical miles from where the poachers had fallen into the water, the buzzing of propellers suddenly came from the sky.

Lu Ao looked up and saw several aircraft flying overhead, their fuselages marked with Interpol's emblem.

Why was Interpol here?

Lu Ao frowned and strode into the cabin to find Song