Lantern Sister is still very capable.

[Sir, some data from the weapon system has been stolen by an unknown enemy. It has been detected that the ship will explode from its stern at 9:00 AM Beijing time.]

Liu Zixiang suddenly opened his closed eyes, "Where is the rescue ship?"

The rescue ship was located in the stern warehouse, 15 meters from the first detonation point.

"Damn it!" Liu Zixiang cursed, "What time is it now?"

The current time is 8:32:57 PM Beijing time.

"Immediately plan the fastest route to the rescue ship." Liu Zixiang grabbed the backpack he brought with him from the wardrobe, quickly packed a few bottles of water and some fast food such as chocolate, and began his escape at top speed, heading towards the stern of the ship according to the map guidance in his personal terminal.

"Gah gah!" Chu Dengpai, standing outside the window, suddenly heard the news and felt as if disaster was chasing him as he ran ahead.

The crow didn't bother tracking Liu Zixiang; it went back first to warn Jin Dahai to escape.

Chu Deng disconnected from the consciousness link, opened her eyes, and quickly scanned the control room panel. She turned on the broadcast system, hesitated for a moment, and realized that speaking out about the explosion would cause panic, but if she didn't, she would lose even her last chance of survival.

To say or not to say?

At the deck bar, Lu Shan swirled his glass, listening to the person opposite him whisper, "There's someone watching you from your right rear. The trouble you've caused?"

Using the reflection in his wine glass, Lu Shan saw a blurry shadow. He took a sip of his wine and said casually, "Maybe. Many people have tried to kill me, but they all failed in the end. This one is no exception."

As a space-type ability user, running away when you can't win is the basic strategy.

"You seem quite confident," Quan Zhiming chuckled.

"Where is what I want?" Lu Shan asked.

Quan Zhiming didn't keep him in suspense. He took out a box and handed it to Lu Shan. "Level 3 Space System."

Lu Shan opened the box, took a look, confirmed it was what she wanted, and readily handed the box on the bar to Quan Zhiming.

"You!" Quan Zhiming suppressed the urge to look left and right, hating that he had so openly laid out the deal. Knowing full well that someone was watching him, he had deliberately exposed him to the other party's sight.

"Help me lure a few away, good brothers. I'll take over one of your leads afterward." Lu Shan wasn't afraid of the other party turning against him. As long as he offered enough benefits, someone would be willing to be his scapegoat.

Sure enough, when Lu Shan offered to take over a route to help them with smuggling, Quan Zhiming's expression softened considerably.

"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious, how did that kid Park Ha die?"

Quan Zhiming countered, "Didn't your place produce a genius level four fire elementalist?"

Lu Shan's eyes widened. "Wow! Fire Butterfly did this? She's not dead?"

"What kind of old news are you talking about? Fire Butterfly died eight hundred years ago. It was a guy named Chu Deng who blew up Park Ha, who was supposed to be meeting Lee Jae-seok, in the south." Quan Zhiming took a sip of wine. "Lee Jae-seok is a ruthless guy too. Before Park Ha died, he pried out his crystal core and even blew up his own arm."

Lu Shan looked surprised. "Lee Jae-suk? The Lee Jae-suk I know? He almost fell into the hands of that Chu Deng guy too? Really?"

Lu Shan frequently travels to South Korea and knows quite a bit. Lee Jae-suk is very famous, practically a mad dog of the Song family, working for them. Despite being one of South Korea's top fighters, he's willing to do any dirty or filthy job, earning him the title of Song family's lackey.

Although Lee Jae-suk has a bad reputation, Lu Shan has seen him in action and has never said a word about him behind his back. She is genuinely afraid of that madman.

Hearing that the myth in his heart had almost crumbled, Lu Shan became curious about Chu Deng. "Interesting. I really want to meet this Chu Deng sometime," he thought to himself, and then he heard a strange broadcast.

[Bang bang bang—cough, can you hear me? I'll only say this once, believe it or not, the ship will start exploding from the stern at 9 PM tonight. Those who can escape, escape now!]

The broadcast was quite interesting. After the first time it was in International Language, the second time it was in Chinese, the third time in Russian, and the fourth time in French. After repeating the broadcasts of the five major countries in turn, it was turned off.

Lu Shan glanced at the time on his personal terminal; it was exactly 8:40 PM.