"Tsk, they've made this pretty formal!"
Listening to the announcements constantly switching between languages, Lian Youming clicked his tongue.
But as he looked around, a hint of gravity crept onto his face.
Besides martial artists from various countries, the vast deck held personnel patrolling and standing guard. They looked unremarkable, but all were armed with guns. From above came a faint, unsettling sensation that prickled his back; snipers had probably been stationed there.
Lian Youming also remembered to look back down at the sea.
Only after seeing Gu Chan leave her yacht and board the passenger ship did he withdraw his gaze.
Meanwhile, he quietly weighed things up. He had originally wanted to establish the Sea Island's location first, but now that he had boarded the ship ahead of that, he did not know whether there might be complications.
Still, Xu Tian and the others had also come to rescue someone, so they would probably make a move.
Just then, directed by the patrol personnel, the martial artists who had boarded began gathering toward the bow to register. The group walked some distance farther, and only when they reached the forward deck did they see how many people stood in the vast open space.
These people were an assortment of oddities too.
Hua Linglong listed them with easy familiarity, speaking softly beside him. "Japanese Karate, and successors to Japan's three great sword schools, Korean Taekwondo, Thailand's Ancient Muay Thai, Indian Yoga-there are even monks of Esoteric Buddhism, plus jujitsu, boxing, Mongolian Wrestling..."
Ghost Monk sneered dismissively. "A pack of charlatans!"
Lian Youming's gaze settled on a bald black man, a trace of surprise appearing in his eyes.
The man's build was terrifying. Even though he considered his own body powerful, compared with this man, he fell considerably short in sheer