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The group of Indigenous People had left, probably three or four of them. The sea surface was calm, completely undisturbed. I thought they had been scared off and wouldn’t dare to come back!
With that, I had enough time to rest, and my wounds had mostly healed—about sixty to seventy percent. Xiao Xiao was also recovering well, but I felt she seemed to have gained some mysterious strength, making her surprisingly strong. This was good; it meant she could better protect herself, saving me from having to worry about a burden.
As for Wan, her situation was much worse; she could hardly muster any spiritual power. According to her, this was actually her true nature. Her hypocritical facade had been bound for over a thousand years, and it seemed it would continue like this.
Suddenly, several boats appeared on the sea surface!
I thought to myself that this was bad. Could it be that the Indigenous People were coming back for revenge? This time they seemed prepared, which would spell trouble for us. I called Wan and Xiao Xiao to hide in the bushes while we carefully observed from behind, avoiding a direct confrontation that could lead to an unfavorable situation.
“Is Mr. Xia Ji here? I’m sent by Bald Qiang and Big Mouth Lee!”
Bald Qiang and Big Mouth Lee —how did these two know I was here? And why didn’t they come themselves but sent someone else to find me?
The man took out a banner, and when I saw the coded message on it, I felt a surge of joy. “So it’s really Big Mouth Lee who has come looking for me!” The coded message was a secret communication between me and Big Mouth Lee as well as Zhengyang; outsiders could never forge it.
To obtain this banner, it must have been given by them or taken from their dead bodies!
Given Zhengyang’s strength, they had almost no chance of taking action against him.
This meant that Zhengyang must have given it to them. Those bastards left without saying a word and didn’t understand why they were sent on a mission to this part of the South Pacific.
Finally confirming that it was safe, I decided to bring Wan and Xiao Xiao out.
After a brief conversation confirming that they were indeed allies with Zhengyang, I quickly packed up and boarded the vessel leaving the island.
As the vessel gradually drifted away, we looked back at the sea with many emotions swirling within us. Gradually, only a line of islands remained visible until finally just a dot disappeared completely into the ocean.
To be honest, since arriving at this island, I had faced numerous life-and-death choices and witnessed many treacherous human hearts. This journey had been filled with ups and downs, bitter winds and heavy rains, strange occurrences everywhere. Yet among the three of us, our bond deepened as if none of us could bear to be apart from each other!
Just as I was feeling sentimental, a strong man approached me holding a special phone. I took the phone, and on the other end came Big Mouth Lee ’s voice. It had been a long time since I heard that familiar tone; before I could say much, Big Mouth Lee abruptly said, “See you in three!” and hung up!
“Brother Xia, they’ve come looking for you again?” Wan patted me from behind, pulling me back from my memories into reality.
I glanced at Wan and noticed she was particularly close to me. It seemed my earpiece volume was set high enough for her to hear the chubby guy’s words too.
After a moment of hesitation, I finally nodded.
"What do you plan to do?"
A hint of difficulty appeared on Wan's face. "Every mission they undertake is dangerous. As an outsider, if you get involved, it could be very detrimental! Brother Xia, you need to think carefully. Following them might lead you to encounter people from that organization. Don't forget, just one Qingfengzi is enough for us to be in deep trouble!"
"I understand!" I didn't say much more; who could truly grasp the complexities and subtleties of this situation?
I exhaled a breath that had been held in my lungs and said softly, "I've already formed a Liangzi with them. Rather than waiting for doom, it's better to take the initiative!"
"Alright then..."
Wan nodded. "Yes, yes! I'll follow Brother Xia's lead!"
No longer lost in thought, we lay back down in the cabin. My mind kept replaying this segment of events as time passed by, second by second.
The first night on the ship went by just like that—safe and sound, calm and undisturbed.
Time at sea can sometimes feel unbearable. If it weren't for having lived on a deserted island for nearly two months, I would have found it hard to adjust to these three hours.
Next, they called to inform us that they had encountered some storms and might arrive late, asking us to reach the destination island first. They would catch up with us in a few hours. Our Vessel immediately surged forward, almost as if it had gone mad, racing into the depths of the ocean.
Before long, we arrived at an island.
I felt like it had been ages since I had been around human civilization. Seeing those simple hotels and bustling markets filled me with immense joy and happiness.
During those two or three hours, I took Wan and the others out to explore this beautiful island. It was a relaxing state; Wan's childlike spirit emerged as she bounced around energetically! The gloomy atmosphere vanished completely.
I knew this was the last moment of tranquility before the mission.
On the fourth morning after arriving at the island, Big Mouth Lee sent me a Text Message, telling us to prepare as his people would arrive soon. Just as I received the Text Message, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, I saw two burly men in black suits standing outside. They were tall and muscular with particularly long arms and bulging temples—clearly two martial artists. Their skills were likely formidable; at least I was sure I wouldn't stand a chance against them.
I had a rudimentary understanding of martial arts. In our country, martial arts are divided into internal and external styles. Most practitioners train in external styles—strong as steel and capable of moving mountains—while internal styles are much deeper and focus on cultivating inner energy. For example, Tai Chi and hard qigong are widely practiced but few achieve mastery. Those who can dedicate decades to internal training often develop prominent temples and exhibit strong Vitality; their skills are formidable.
So, these two men in front of me are from Bald Qiang? Where did this guy find such two skilled individuals?
I felt a bit puzzled.
"Excuse me, are you Xia Ji, Mr. Xia?"
One of the burly men with a square face asked me with a smile. Although he was a martial artist, he was quite polite, much like a gentleman from the West.
I nodded to indicate that I was the person they were looking for. Without further ado, I directly inquired about his identity.
"Well... didn't Mr. Qi Qiang already greet you?"
The square-faced man chuckled and then stepped aside to let me through the doorway. "Please, Mr. Xia, you will soon find out who we are."
Qi Qiang is the real name of Bald Qiang. I guessed that his name had been tarnished by an advertisement; otherwise, he would rather be called by an animated character's name than have people use his real name.
It seemed that they were indeed on my side, but their mysterious demeanor left me feeling uncertain.
At this moment, the two men had already left.
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