Chapter 93 Night

It's already late at night.

But the nightlife on the luxury cruise ship is just beginning.

Luo Huayi stared blankly at the transparent glass partition of the elevator.

Through the tempered glass, you can see the casino in the building across the street, where gamblers are surrounded by women and sitting at the gambling tables, gambling enthusiastically. Further up, many men and women are strolling through the bar and banquet hall, moving back and forth through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In this floating city, passengers are not willing to waste time resting, and most of the cabin windows remain dark.

Only entertainment venues are brightly lit, like daytime.

Luo Huayi and Cheng Zheng stepped out of the elevator. The corridor on the suite floor was unusually quiet compared to the plaza and other places.

“Sir,” a waiter dressed in a Victoria uniform, accompanied by a mercenary who seemed to be looking for someone, politely stopped Luo Huayi and Cheng Zheng when they approached, “Have you seen this lady?”

When Luo Huayi saw the photo of Xin Que on the tablet the waiter handed him, he frowned slightly, as if he had thought about it seriously before speaking, "No."

The waiter put away the tablet, his gentle voice unchanged, "Okay... This lady is in great danger. We are searching for her throughout the ship. If you have any information, please let us know."

Luo Huayi nodded.

“If you can provide any useful clues,” the waiter said with a smile, “the Eternal Life Society will offer a generous reward in gratitude for your help.”

Luo Huayi waved her hand, indicating that she understood.

"Xin Que has been effectively put on a bounty." Cheng Zheng finally spoke after closing the suite door, "But now..."

The cruise ship is now in international waters where no authority has jurisdiction.

They are now... practically trapped on a deserted island.

They are at the mercy of others, like fish on a chopping board.

Back in his room, Cheng Zheng found it increasingly strange. He took one bodyguard with him and went out, instructing the other bodyguards, "You stay here to protect President Luo. I'm going out for a bit."

As soon as Cheng Zheng left the guest room building and entered the square, he saw several mercenaries rushing into his field of vision from outside the revelry crowd.

"The direction of the casino." As the group drew closer to Cheng Zheng, he discerned the directional terms used by these foreign mercenaries.

Based on their furtive movements as they searched and looked around, Cheng Zheng had a better understanding of the situation.

Xin Que probably fled to a big casino.

After hesitating for a while, Cheng Zheng's hand subconsciously rubbed against the butt of his gun at his lower back, and he finally made a decision.

Let's see if we can save her while protecting him and his boss.

There's really no way to save it...

That only means that Xin Que had bad luck.

Cheng Zheng led his men toward the casino.

"Mr. Cheng?" The hostess at the casino entrance verified Cheng Zheng's identity, maintained a polite smile, and opened the casino door for him.

As you walk through the dazzling, decadent hall and corridor, the noisy sounds of people and music in the distance gradually become clearer.

Cheng Zheng politely declined the dealer's invitation with a smile, then looked at the seemingly endless venue and strolled in, chatting and laughing with his bodyguard.

"Damn it..." a low curse came from not far away, "We lost again!"

Cheng Zheng subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound.

The dealer at the table remained expressionless, his hands simply and skillfully collecting and dealing cards, like a robot, ignoring the customer's curses.

The man was dressed in expensive clothes; it was unclear where he came from, but he was a wealthy businessman.

"Bang!"

The dealer, expressionless, dodged the chips the man angrily threw at him.

Without even looking up, a waiter in a Victoria uniform quickly approached her. "Sir, do you need any assistance?"

The man pointed at the dealer's nose and cursed, "Help? Damn it, I suspect your casino is cheating!!!"

"Otherwise, how am I supposed to get these thirty million...?"

Cheng Zheng looked at the waiter who was gradually approaching the man from behind; the outline of a gun holster could be vaguely seen under his suit.

The casino also has the highest level of security.

Soon, the cursing man was politely asked to leave by the waiter and security guards.

But the whole thing was just a farce around that small table, and it didn't even attract the attention of anyone else who looked up to watch.

This farce was like a pebble thrown into a vast ocean; it didn't even make a ripple.

Several mercenaries walked along the wall, searching the area as they went.

His sharp gaze swept over Cheng Zheng, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

Looking up again, the mercenaries had probably scattered.

There were also many more mercenaries guarding the entrance and the corridor.

Suddenly, a sound of something shattering came from afar.

Then came a few short screams.

Pretending to go to the slot machines, Cheng Zheng walked nearby and glanced at the crowded wall.

It looks like a decorative vase was pushed down and broken.

Xin Que pulled down the brim of her hat and walked slowly towards the door in the opposite direction.

The more people there are, the more natural the escape should appear.

In particular, Xin Que is currently at a disadvantage in open field battles.

"Welcome back next time..."

Without looking back, she left Yili's sight, and Xin Que's ears twitched.

The mercenaries should have realized that the vase was just a diversionary tactic.

She turned and walked into the bustling street.

Although Xin Que has put on a simple disguise, she is still extremely cautious.

She grabbed a glass of juice and then pretended to stroll around, but actually carefully hid herself in the crowd to avoid being caught on camera alone.

Reaching the end of the street, Xin Que went straight to the restroom.

She turned her coat inside out and slightly changed her hairstyle before coming out of the bathroom.

The number of mercenaries in sight is increasing.

Xin Que lifted her leg and walked outside.

"Hello," the mercenary's voice was close at hand, "have you ever seen a woman who looks like this?"

Xin Que ignored the unfamiliar gazes around her and walked out without looking to the side.

Nearby, several people dressed in heavily religious attire were gathered together, talking about something.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see several people greeting each other with gestures.

It's strange in a way that's hard to describe.

"May God grant you eternal life, and freedom from illness and misfortune," a person of East Asian descent who spoke the same language as her said to her companion with a very devout expression.

Xin Que slowed her pace slightly.

Another religious believer?

When Xin Que looked over, she noticed something was wrong.

The dark-patterned shirts worn by these people were almost identical in style to the shirts worn by the people who kidnapped her and brought her onto the ship.

She recalled the mutterings of those men as she was handed over by the Victorian crew.

The cult that held the auction is in cahoots with the forces behind the cruise ship.

Standing in the square, Xin Que looked around at the tall buildings.

Simply hiding in the shadows and fleeing based on their movements will only keep you in a passive position and make it difficult to break the deadlock.

She needs to find a way to give herself more leverage in negotiations.