740: Chapter 740 A Close Call!

On the deck of the Ocean Princess, everyone was stunned.

No...

They had lived for most of their lives, running rampant in these waters for decades; what strange things hadn't they seen?

But sharks flying out of the water to act as shields—that was absolutely a first in their lives!

Those sharks were clearly being blown to pieces by bullets and torn apart by shells, yet they simply would not retreat.

If one died, ten more took its place.

If ten died, a hundred more took their place.

So much so that...

The entire ferry was already surrounded by sharks!

"Bo... Boss..."

Er Gou's voice was trembling, "Those sharks have gone crazy, they've all fucking lost their minds!"

One-Eyed Dragon snapped out of it, shoved Er Gou aside, rushed to the ship's railing, and roared at the pirates who were still firing frantically.

"Keep shooting! Don't stop!"

"No matter how tough they are, there's only about a hundred of them! Every one we kill is one less!"

"Use up all the bullets! Fire all the shells! I refuse to believe they can keep taking it!"

The pirates were jolted by his roar and gritted their teeth as they continued to fire.

But just at that moment.

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise came from the bottom of the ship.

The entire Ocean Princess shook violently, as if it had been slammed hard from below by some massive creature.

One-Eyed Dragon lost his footing, stumbled, and nearly fell into the sea.

He gripped the railing tightly to steady himself, his expression changing drastically.

"What's going on?!"

No one answered him.

Because everyone could feel it.

The ship was shaking.

It wasn't the shaking of ordinary ocean waves, but something hitting the ship from below.

"Sharks! It's sharks!"

A pirate leaned over the railing to look down and screamed in terror.

"They're ramming the ship! So many sharks! They're all under the hull!"

One-Eyed Dragon rushed to the railing and looked down.

Under the moonlight, countless black shapes were swimming beneath the surface.

They weren't leaping out of the water, but gathering under the hull, using their heads, bodies, and tails to frantically ram the bottom of the ship.

One after another.

Wave after wave.

Although the force of the impacts wasn't enough to sink the ship instantly, the continuous, relentless pounding made the entire ship shake violently.

The lights on the ship began to flicker.

Tables and chairs on the deck began to slide.

The sound of shattering glass came from inside the cabins.

"They're ramming the hull! They want to sink the ship!"

Er Gou screamed in terror.

The pirates completely panicked.

Some dropped their guns and ran to the railing to look down, some knelt on the deck and began to pray, and others rushed desperately toward the lifeboats.

But as soon as the lifeboats were lowered into the water, the sharks beneath the surface swarmed up and tore them to shreds.

"No!!!"

"Help!!!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!!"

Screams, cries, and prayers rang out across the deck.

Those pirates who had been flaunting their power just moments ago were now scurrying around the deck like a bunch of terrified rats.

One-Eyed Dragon gripped the railing tightly; the rage in his single eye had turned into fear.

He looked at the dense mass of dorsal fins on the sea surface, at the black shapes constantly ramming the hull, and finally realized one thing...

They had been targeted by monsters!!!

One-Eyed Dragon suddenly lifted his head and looked at the white yacht in the distance.

The yacht was still moving slowly across the water, passing through the area stained red with shark blood, heading toward Thor Island.

At the bow, that young man was still standing there.

The sea breeze blew his white T-shirt, flapping loudly.

The most absurd thing was that he was actually still drinking fish soup.

In One-Eyed Dragon's single eye, his last bit of stubbornness finally collapsed.

His legs went weak, and he knelt on the deck.

The pirates who were still scurrying around on the deck saw their boss kneel, and one by one, they followed suit.

Er Gou knelt in the front, trembling all over, his face ashen.

Inside the cabins, the imprisoned passengers saw the scene outside through the windows.

They saw the swarm of sharks blocking the gunfire and artillery.

They saw the shark swarm frantically ramming the hull.

They saw a young man standing at the bow, calmly drinking soup.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Because they recognized this young man; wasn't he the same Ye Chen they had driven away???

"Th-that's not Mr. Ye, is it?!"

"It really is him! Mr. Ye has returned! He's come to save us!"

"I knew it! I knew Mr. Ye wouldn't abandon us!"

Cheers erupted in the cabins.

Those passengers who had just been shivering and ashen-faced were now as if injected with adrenaline; they scrambled up from the floor, rushed to the windows, and waved frantically at the outside.

"Mr. Ye! We're here!"

"Save us! Mr. Ye! Please save us!"

"Mr. Ye! We know we were wrong! We won't dare do it again!"

"We beg you! Take us away from here!"

The ecstasy of suddenly seeing hope from the abyss of despair made them forget their recent fear.

They only knew one thing...

Ye Chen had come!

The Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group had appeared!

They were all saved!!!

Young Master Mu Qingshan was crouching in the corner; seeing Ye Chen through the window, the expression on his face was incredibly rich.

Anger, jealousy, unwillingness, humiliation...

Various emotions flashed in his eyes, eventually turning into nothing but ashen despair.

He hadn't expected that the bumpkin he had publicly humiliated and colluded with the whole ship to drive away would actually return.

And in such a way!

Amidst a swarm of sharks, defeating the pirate ship, arriving across the sea like a king.

And what about him, Young Master Mu Qingshan?

Kicked over by a pirate, dragged into the cabin like a dead dog, and now his family had to pay five times the ransom.

What the fuck... why?

Young Master Mu Qingshan's fists clenched until they creaked, his nails almost digging into his palms.

But he didn't dare make a sound.

Because he, like everyone else, was counting on Ye Chen to save him.

What face, what dignity—in the face of life and death, it was all bullshit.

The white yacht continued to move forward.

Passing through the waters stained red with shark blood, bypassing the severed limbs floating on the surface, it got closer and closer.

It was close.

Even closer.

The passengers' cheers grew louder, and some even began to applaud.

Finally!

The yacht sailed alongside the Ocean Princess, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Ye Chen to order them to board.

But what no one expected was...

The yacht sailed straight past the Ocean Princess.

No slowing down.

No turning.

Not even a glance.

The white yacht just passed by the Ocean Princess like that, continuing on toward Thor Island.

Everyone on the ferry was stunned.

The original cheers came to an abrupt halt.

"He... wasn't he here to save us? Why did he leave?"

"Mr. Ye! Don't go! We were wrong!"

"Please come back and save us!"

Some collapsed on the floor, wailing loudly.

Some pounded desperately on the windows, screaming until they were hoarse.

Some knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically, their faces full of regret.

But the white yacht drifted further and further away, eventually disappearing into the night.

And along with it, the swarm of sharks also gradually disappeared...

Young Master Mu Qingshan was crouching in the corner, watching the departing yacht, the expression on his face completely twisted.

He thought Ye Chen had come to save them.

And the result?

He was just passing by!!!

On the deck, One-Eyed Dragon knelt by the railing, slowly recovering from his shock.

Because...

The sharks that had caused the entire sea area to boil had all disappeared into the deep ocean.

The sea surface returned to calm.

One-Eyed Dragon slumped on the deck, gasping for air.

He had been a pirate for so many years and had never seen such a scene.

No, let alone seen, he couldn't even dream of it.

Er Gou scrambled up from the deck, his legs still weak.

He wobbled over to One-Eyed Dragon and asked, stuttering: "Bo... Boss, what should we do?"

One-Eyed Dragon climbed up from the floor, turned around to look at the pirates, and let out a roar.

"Stop fucking standing there! Get back to work!"

"Fix the ship! Carry the wounded down! Go!"

The pirates were jolted by his roar and quickly got moving.

Some went to check for damage to the hull, some went to carry their wounded comrades, and some went to clean up the mess on the deck.

But everyone's face was grim.

That scene just now was something they would probably never forget for the rest of their lives.

One-Eyed Dragon stood on the deck, looking in the direction where the white yacht had disappeared, his single eye full of complex emotions.

For a long time.

He turned around and looked at Er Gou: "Go, bring me a few people from the hostage cabin; I want to ask them clearly."

Er Gou nodded hurriedly and ran toward the cabins with a few pirates.

A few minutes later.

Er Gou and a few pirates brought a few passengers out from the cabin.

Those passengers were pale, their legs shaking uncontrollably, thinking the pirates were going to drag them out and kill them.

"Kneel!"

Er Gou kicked one of the passengers behind the knee, and the man's knees gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground, shaking like a leaf.

One-Eyed Dragon walked up to him and looked down at him.

"I'm asking you, who was that person on the boat just now?"

The passenger looked up, tears streaming down his face as he spoke.

"He... his name is Ye Chen..."

"Ye Chen?" One-Eyed Dragon's brow furrowed even tighter. "What does he do?"

"He is the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group..."

The passenger said, stuttering, "It's... that organization that specializes in handling supernatural events."