The King of Black Fog

"The situation is turning grim," one said.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" came the reply.

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Eagles soar through the sky, fish dart in the shallow waters,...

Chapter 510 Fierce Battles from All Sides

The group was relieved by the ruthlessness of their target, at least it wouldn't weigh them down mentally.

"After I get ashore, I'll check out the background of 'Hamburger'," Yaochi thought about her next plan.

“Then I’ll call Phoenix and the Witch, and we’ll pretend to be Xia Guo university students on vacation. Let’s see if we can find ‘Hamburger’s’ accommodation. If she stays in a hotel, we’ll stay in a hotel too,” Li Qianxia said.

This isn't Earth, which is ruled by Li Changzhou; otherwise, the commotion just now would have been enough to attract a large number of corporate players to come and investigate.

The game didn't assign them any identities, but with their abilities, they didn't need any.

but--

Before the ship even docked, the mission objective was transferred directly from the yacht to a private cruise ship and headed towards the port.

"This is..." Li Qianxia was stunned. "She's not going to go straight back to Japan, is she?!"

"That's probably it." Yang Qinglan watched the cruise ship sail away.

Being cautious is a good thing, but being so cautious has made it difficult for even the security personnel to keep up.

"Brother, quickly use your water-skimming skill!"

"Drifting my foot," Li Changzhou said. "Yaochi, you and Qianxia go find Phoenix and Xuan Nu, then bring a boat over. Qinglan, Chang'e, and I will go after them first."

"good!"

In crucial moments, no one wastes time talking.

Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, and Chang'e, avoiding the attention of tourists, seized an opportunity to dive directly into the water, darting through it like arrows.

Yang Qinglan and Chang'e's clothes clung to their bodies, their long hair fluttering in the water, making them look as beautiful as if they were performing a dance.

The cruise ship that was their target had not yet left the port and was moving very slowly, so the three of them quickly caught up.

When they surfaced, both of them were slightly out of breath. Although their physical abilities were the same, their control over their breath was not as good as Li Changzhou's.

Li Changzhou glanced at the two men, and only after confirming that they were alright did he turn his attention to the deck.

But in his mind, the image of the two people's clothes clinging to their bodies, their breasts shapely and alluring, remained.

Without magic power, it's hard to control one's emotions and desires. It's unacceptable to be distracted at a time like this, even if the other party is Yang Qinglan or Chang'e.

In a split second, all three of them shook the water droplets off their clothes.

They were all listening for any sounds on the deck, and when they were sure no one was around, they strained.

Yang Qinglan and Chang'e twirled and leaped as if flying, their movements graceful and exquisite.

Li Changzhou's movements were expansive and powerful, displaying an unrestrained and domineering aura, yet landing silently. This embodies the highest realm of martial arts legends: concealing one's abilities without revealing them, possessing inner stillness and outer ferocity.

Yang Qinglan pointed behind Li Changzhou, and then behind Chang'e.

Li Changzhou nodded to Chang'e, and the three parted ways.

Li Changzhou walked on the left, Chang'e on the right, and Yang Qinglan lightly leaped to the second deck.

Although they were repelled by Li Changzhou once, given the quality of the Tianlu players, it is very likely that the other party has regrouped and is once again lurking on this cruise ship.

Li Changzhou was confident in his martial prowess, but he dared not let his guard down... What if the ten people on the other side had twenty AKs?

A powerful expert with millions of magical abilities died at the hands of AK; that can be considered history.

But this is a game of values; force is the least important thing.

People with high martial prowess are valued not because of their martial prowess, but because of the various qualities they demonstrate when acquiring it.

Now that everyone's physical bodies are the same, whoever excels in other aspects will be able to continue on the path to heaven.

Li Changzhou was very excited.

He is not afraid of any challenge.

Hamburg, Germany.

Hongge unlocked the door and entered the apartment. There were four people watching TV in the living room. On the TV, a politician was explaining the importance of breaking away from dependence on foreign trade.

Three people were chatting on the balcony.

He stepped over the landlord's body and entered the living room.

"Did it fail?" a kind old woman in the living room asked.

"Yes." Hong Ge nodded. The bleeding in his severed arm had stopped thanks to muscle control.

Despite losing an arm, he remained expressionless, as if he were in someone else's body.

"How strong is the opponent?" a burly man asked.

“He’s very strong.” Hongge recalled the scene underwater. “Among us, only the ‘Modifier’ was his match.”

"So strong?" Everyone frowned.

"What does the other person look like? Can you roughly guess what race they are?"

Hong Ge shook his head: "The water was murky, so I couldn't see clearly, but I've recorded the body measurements. I can tell it's him just by comparing them."

"Go see a 'doctor' and then have a 'modification specialist' make you an arm," the old woman said.

Hongge turned and left the living room, going upstairs.

Still at the top of the stairs, the three people on the balcony walked in: "The target has left the port."

"Hongge, call the 'doctor' and the 'modifier'. We'll talk about your injury on the way." Everyone stood up, and for a moment, the living room seemed to be enclosed by a thick city wall.

Rumble!

The sound of a helicopter propeller came from outside, and it slowly hovered outside the balcony.

"Why did you choose such junk?" the old woman asked, slightly displeased.

"Be content, don't demand so much from the elderly." The helicopter pilot was a young-looking, slender woman wearing a vest.

Age: I am exactly 2,090 years old today.

"The technology is too advanced; it could easily expose our identities." The co-pilot was a child, chewing bubble gum and playing a war game similar to Red Alert on a laptop.

As he dragged his mouse, a swarm of drones sprang into action.

Some people boarded the helicopter.

The rest of the people rode in sports cars.

"Is the boat ready?" The old woman sat in the driver's seat of the sports car, revealing the excitement of a young person.

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