"What do we do?"
Looking at the various experts aboard the ship, Wang Mazi seemed rather excited.
Lian Youming pondered for a moment, then said softly, "No hurry. Let's see where they're going first..."
The passenger ship had six decks in total.
As the passengers filed into their cabins, the deck immediately grew much quieter.
After a moment's recollection, Lian Youming remembered the names of the two across from him.
The monk seemed to be called Ghost Monk, and the woman was Miss Hua.
He recognized them, but they failed to see through his disguise. They were still being lovey-dovey, though a pair of seductive eyes secretly surveyed the martial artists around them, and red lips parted slightly as though speaking.
Lian Youming's eyesight was beyond human. He could not hear her, but he could see her, reading her lips.
The woman was saying, "There are six experts aboard. Two from back home, one Japanese martial artist, one from India, and those other two seem to be the assassins who've recently made a name for themselves in Southeast Asia. Looks like they're all rushing to the Martial Way Tournament... Should we kill them all...?"
The monk turned his head and replied, "I hear the prizes for the top few places at the Martial Way Tournament include not just ten million, but also three manuals of supreme Martial Way techniques and enhancement drugs..."
"Ten million? Supreme Martial Way techniques? Enhancement drugs?"
The eyes behind Lian Youming's sunglasses abruptly lit up.
Gu Feiyan really is spending big! No wonder experts from every country are flocking here!
Seemingly sensing Lian Youming watching her, Miss Hua immediately smiled coquettishly and even cast him a flirtatious glance.
She never changes.
Lian Youming smiled back at her and even waved.
He had changed his outfit, wearing