The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

The blast wave forced the banquet hall door open a crack, and all the portholes were destroyed. Thick smoke billowed in through the windows, choking everyone and causing them to cough incessantly.

Cries and complaints rose and fell; some people covered their faces and squatted on the ground, while others waved their arms in vain, trying to disperse the smoke.

Ji Yang gripped Teng Zijing's arm tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force, and his voice was extremely low: "Are we still waiting? If we keep dragging this out, we might choke to death on the smoke!"

Teng Zijing's gaze swept over the guards holding guns—they were still maintaining their positions,

His knuckles had turned white from the exertion, and the composure in his eyes was crumbling.

He quickly typed a code on his wristwatch with his fingertips, then said in a deep voice, "Prepare for battle."

Ji Yang's eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at Teng Zijing's profile, as if to say, "My idol, just you wait and see! I'll protect you perfectly."

The sea was shrouded in mist, and Deng Zhouyi's yacht was hidden deep within the fog.

The shockwaves from the two explosions traveled through the seawater, reaching the crew members on several yachts.

His hand gripping the gun was sweating: "Brother Jing, if we don't act soon, things might get out of hand!"

Deng Zhouyi stared in the direction of the Sea Shark, his knuckles tapping loudly on the gunwale until his wristwatch vibrated and the Morse code appeared.

His eyes lit up: "Prepare for a rescue operation."

"Roger!" he quickly tapped his watch in response, then gestured, "All to your positions, await my instructions!"

The yacht's engine hummed softly, like a cheetah poised to pounce. Seeing Deng Zhouyi's gesture pointing straight ahead, the yacht headed directly towards the Sea Shark.

At various hidden spots on the Sea Shark, Shi Tiejun put down the teapot, and Zhong Huaijin pushed away the chips.

Lu Feng pushed the cleaning cart aside, and Gu Shoucheng, who was also among the ladies in the banquet hall, replied, "Received."

Lu Beichuan and Chen Yunyin met up with Deng Zhouyi's rescue team at the deck exit.

Jiang Chengyu dragged his heavy steps and staggered out of the restaurant room when the shockwave from the explosion slammed him against the railing like an invisible hand.

His vision went black, his body went limp and he lost consciousness completely.

Andreas was held tightly beneath his two men, lying prone on the deck by the door.

The blast wave flipped his sunglasses off, and shards of glass became embedded in the cracks in the deck.

He shoved the person off him, the ringing in his ears still lingering, his vision blurring. "Jones! Bugat!" he roared, his voice hoarse.

Behind them, Jones and Bugatti got up from the ground. Bugatti's arm was cut by a shard of debris and was bleeding.

"Boss! We're alright!" The two staggered to their feet and hurriedly went to help him up.

Andreas didn't bother to check his own wounds. His gaze swept across the deck and suddenly fixed on the spot where Jiang Chengyu had fallen.

He rushed over like a madman, scooped the man up in his arms, and slapped Jiang Chengyu's cheeks with trembling hands: "Kate! Wake up! Wake up! Don't scare me..."

Looking at Jiang Chengyu's unresponsive face, Bugat couldn't help but mutter, "He...he wouldn't be..."

"Shut up!" Jones shoved him away, his face pale. "Don't talk nonsense, or the boss will skin you alive!"

Andreas's eyes were bloodshot, and when he looked up, his voice carried an undeniable ruthlessness:

"Call the mercenary group for support! Notify all teams on the ship to take action, ensuring Mu's safety at all costs! We're taking Kate to the banquet hall now to get Mu treatment!"

"Yes!" Jones and Bugatti immediately split up, one clearing the way ahead and the other pulling out a communicator to call for backup.

Andreas carefully picked up Jiang Chengyu, his steps unsteady yet unusually firm.

The restaurant behind me was still crackling and popping; sparks from an electrical short circuit illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke billowed out.

Like a giant beast with its jaws wide open, it is slowly devouring this out-of-control cruise ship.

The air in the banquet hall was still thick with smoke, obstructing visibility.

Before Teng Zijing's men could make a move, Andreas's men had already rushed in from various hidden exits, moving as swiftly as cheetahs.

The plainclothes officers mixed in with the guests instantly launched an attack; someone drew a dagger hidden in a knife sheath and threw it precisely at the guard holding a machine gun.

The sharp blade pierced his throat, and the man fell straight to the ground without uttering a sound.

On the other side, a guard was about to raise his gun when he was kicked in the wrist with a flying kick, and the machine gun slipped from his hand the instant it fell.

With a "thud, thud, thud," the crystal chandelier shattered and fell, eliciting gasps of surprise.

The falling bits of filling accidentally injured the guests, and the screams and cries of terror caused another commotion.

"The yacht has arrived!" Teng Zijing suddenly stood up, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Everyone, get to the deck! The lifeboats are on the outer perimeter!"

"We're saved! Hurry! We're saved!" The crowd erupted in cheers and surged toward the exit.

One of the guards turned his gun and fired at Teng Zijing, but Ji Yang reacted extremely quickly.

He grabbed Teng Zijing and rolled to the side under the dining table. The bullet grazed the edge of the table and hit the floor, sending sparks flying.

Gu Shoucheng drew a short knife from his boot and lunged at the guard. As he spun in mid-air, the blade had already slashed across the man's neck. The man clutched his neck and fell to the ground, blood gushing from between his fingers.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Teng Zijing rushed to Mu Xiaoji's side and swiftly cut the ropes with his knife: "Quick! Come up to the deck with everyone."

A guard lunged at her from the side, and Ji Yang swiftly ripped off her fishtail skirt, precisely covering the guard's head.

He then delivered a series of kicks to the chest, using the force to push the man against the railing—the man staggered over the railing and fell into the sea.

Mu Xiaoji ripped the tape off his mouth and looked at the scene before him, both surprised and anxious: "Master Jing? What are you doing on the Sea Shark?"

"No time to explain!" Teng Zijing helped him rush outside. "Deng Zhouyi's yacht is on the outskirts, you get out first!"

Mu Xiaoji hopped away from his hand on one foot, her eyes resolute: "I can't leave!"

The little monster is still in the guest room, and Feng Tao and Gu Ze are also injured. I have to go save them!

Before he could finish speaking, a barrage of gunfire erupted from the entrance to the banquet hall as Andy Coles's men rushed inside.

Teng Zijing shoved Mu Xiaoji behind a pillar: "Ji Yang, take him out the side door! I'll cover your retreat!"

"Be careful!" Ji Yang warned Teng Zijing, then pulled Mu Xiaoji towards the side door.

Mu Xiaoji turned around and glanced at Teng Zijing, then shouted, "Teng Zijing, be careful!"

In the chaos, a man with a ferocious expression suddenly darted out from the crowd of guests.

Clutching a short knife, he silently moved toward Teng Zijing's back.

Just as the blade was about to pierce through, Mu Xiaoji suddenly opened his palm, and an invisible force, like a magnet, pulled Teng Zijing towards him—

With a "thud," the dagger pierced solidly into the waist of a male VIP next to him.

"Ugh!" The male VIP groaned, his shirt instantly soaked with blood. He looked down at the hilt of the knife in disbelief, then spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

The woman beside him screamed and rushed over, hugging his body and crying, "Husband! Wake up! You can't die!"

Before the assailant could draw his knife, one of Andreas's men had already pointed his gun at him. With a "bang," the man fell to the ground.

Ji Yang covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, watching Teng Zijing slide over and crash into Mu Xiaoji's arms.

It took him a long time to manage to stammer out, "Mr. Mu, thank... thank you! I almost..."

"You escort everyone away first," Mu Xiaoji said urgently, helping Teng Zijing steady.

"I'm going to the guest room to find Little Monster." With that, he turned and left, his right trouser leg billowing in the wind. His hopping figure looked extremely strained.

"Mr. Mu! Where's your prosthetic leg?" Teng Zijing hurriedly called out.

"They should still be in the guest room..." Mu Xiaoji's voice drifted over from afar, his figure disappearing into the thick smoke outside the side door.

Teng Zijing watched his retreating figure, his brow furrowed. He patted Ji Yang on the shoulder: "I'll go help him! You stay here and keep an eye on things!"

Before Ji Yang could respond, he had already taken off after him, his leather shoes making a rapid thud on the floor, which, mixed with the distant gunshots, sounded particularly clear amidst the chaos.

Ji Yang pouted and muttered, "She's a girl! Can't you be a little more gentlemanly? You ran pretty fast."

Teng Zijing caught up with Mu Xiaoji in three quick steps and reached out to support his shoulder.

His tone was filled with unquestionable concern: "Mr. Mu, let me carry you on my back, it'll be faster that way."

Mu Xiaoji waved his hand: "No need, you go and look after the others, I can manage on my own."

Teng Zijing turned around and squatted down, his back firmly facing him: "Stop talking nonsense, hold on tight."

Mu Xiaoji hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward. Teng Zijing shifted his weight, steadying himself as he stood up.

He hurried towards the top floor staircase, asking as he went, "How did you end up on the Sea Shark?"

"There are two Warcraft items at the auction, and I want to bid on them for him."

Mu Xiaoji nestled on his back, her voice swaying gently with his footsteps, "And you? Instead of preparing for the wedding banquet, what are you doing here joining in the fun?"

"I'm here to escort Xiaobao," Teng Zijing said succinctly.

The words had barely left their mouths when the two of them turned the corner of the stairs and saw figures looming at the door of room 53.

Feng Yan and Feng Zhan led a group of men in black from the opposite corridor, a large and menacing group.

Mu Xiaoji's heart tightened, and she whispered, "We can't let them into room 53." After saying that, she struggled to get down.

Teng Zijing understood and gently put him down. Almost simultaneously, Andy Coles's men, who were guarding the entrance to No. 53, raised their machine guns.

With guns pointed at the Feng brothers, a stern warning was issued in English: "Vice President, do not come any closer! Take another step forward and we will shoot!"

Feng Yan stopped, his eyes sweeping over the other person with a sinister look, then he caught sight of Teng Zijing and Mu Xiaoji not far away.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Andy Colles's dog dares to block my way?"

Feng Zhan then gave his men a look, and a group of them slowly stepped forward.

Their hands were on the guns at their waists, and the air seemed to freeze, as if a new conflict was about to erupt at any moment.

Mu Xiaoji quietly clenched his fist, and Teng Zijing subtly pulled him behind him.

Fingertips reached for the hidden dagger in his sleeve—this stalemate, where they met on a narrow path, was likely to escalate into a fierce battle.