The formation had broken, leaving a clear path ahead. There was no sign of a second formation.
"Let's go."
The six of them stepped into the forest.
Meanwhile, somewhere completely out of their sight...
Beneath the sea to the east, twelve dark figures hovered three meters underwater.
Each had three oxygen tanks strapped to their body and wore a dark wetsuit, with an East Asian face behind their mask.
The leader pressed his earpiece. A hoarse voice came through: "The formation's broken. You can move in."
He gave the people behind him a hand signal.
All twelve surfaced at once, their movements perfectly synchronized, without a single unnecessary splash.
They climbed ashore through the rocks on the eastern side and silently followed Chen Siyao's team, keeping roughly two hundred meters behind them.
At the same time...
On the western side...
Nine figures also emerged from beneath the sea.
All nine were tall and imposing, even the shortest standing over 1.9 meters. Blond hair, blue eyes, pronounced features—typical Western faces.
Their leader was bald, with a neatly trimmed full beard and a tactical watch on his wrist.
He did not follow Chen Siyao's route.
Instead, he checked the locator in his hand and pointed northwest.
The nine slipped soundlessly into the woods.
Two teams.
One following behind.
One circling around.
Both had a single target—the inheritance at the center of the island.
Someone posted a comment in Chen Siyao's livestream chat: [Does anyone else feel like this island's a little too quiet today?]
Chen Siyao glanced at it without giving it much thought.
All her attention was on the forest ahead. Every tree stood dozens of meters tall, blocking out the sky and sun. Almost no sunlight reached the ground.
The air carried a damp, fishy smell.
"Everyone, stay alert," she