On the fishing boat, Sun Duhe huddled in a corner, his face bruised and swollen, holding a bowl of rice and shoveling it into his mouth with an ashen expression.
He had already despaired. These people were simply too shocking. Their leader could even dodge handgun bullets, leaping as though flying, faster than a galloping horse, his agility downright inhuman.
As a military family member, Sun Duhe had seen his share of fighting techniques. Faced with such unfathomable abilities, how could he not understand what sort of terrifying beings he had encountered?
But to protect his wife and daughter at home, Sun Duhe truly dared not speak.
These people were lawless. Killing an ordinary person was as easy as crushing an ant. He feared that even if he handed the items over, he would still lose his life.
Yet when he heard that voice from the shore, he froze for a moment. It actually sounded somewhat familiar.
Before he could place it, however, he saw a figure walk aboard from the bank at an unhurried pace.
Seeing the tall, powerfully built newcomer wearing a Peking Opera Mask and carrying his three Antique Paintings, Sun Duhe's expression changed drastically. He began worrying about his wife and daughter at home.
Then he heard a rather familiar voice speak with a chuckle.
"Oh, rice soaked in fish juices. Not bad food."
That tone, that look-Sun Duhe first froze, then his expression abruptly changed. He hurriedly rasped, "Fuck, what are you doing getting mixed up in this? Run! These people are no joke. Don't think learning a few grappling moves makes you invincible..."
He had clearly recognized Lian Youming.
As he spoke, he struggled to his feet, grabbing a fishing spear along the way. His expression was fierce, as though he were ready to