Clinton's submarine force approached silently in a fan-shaped formation, casting huge shadows like a pack of sharks hunting, completely enveloping Xi Xi.

Xi Xi calmly watched the rapidly approaching shadow of death, her face devoid of fear, but instead containing a hint of almost scrutinizing mockery, her tightly pursed lips revealing a strange smile.

The other person was clearly taken aback by her smile and actually stopped.

The next second, an extremely imposing voice filled Xi Xi's hearing.

The voice belonged to someone around fifty years old, carrying a playful, approving smile, like someone long accustomed to being in a position of power scrutinizing their prey.

"It seems the rumors weren't unfounded!" He even clapped his hands. "That's backbone!"

"Give up the futile resistance. The deep sea is your prison, and your grave. Surrender, and perhaps you can save some dignity." Roscoe Clinton's American accent was particularly noticeable. "Frankly, I admire the look in your eyes right now..."

"That kind of haughty, self-righteous arrogance, tsk. It's always particularly pleasing to watch someone like that fall from grace, tearing away that proud facade, isn't it?"

Clinton's sarcasm was particularly grating, and Xi Xi did not speak immediately; her only response was an undisguised sneer.

A skill that allows you to transmit sound over a distance? That's interesting. Unfortunately, it's not very useful...

Xi Xi had heard Cheng's father say that it was an eight-piece bloodline enhancement set from the Americas, called "World Police," but in reality, it was "meddling in other people's business" or "pointing out the flaws in the world."

"Heh." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sweeping contemptuously across the scene before her. "You've finished your nonsense, are you ready to make a move? I'm in a hurry."

Lord Clinton's smile of complete control froze instantly, and a dangerous glint flashed deep in his eyes.

Beside him, the impeccably made-up yet domineering female commander, Serene, blushed instantly, her angry shout almost bursting through the communicator: "You ignorant fool!"

Clinton did not stop Celine's rebuke; his fingers tapped silently on the console.

Celine then made another harsh statement, while Clinton stood with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed intently, seemingly waiting for something.

However, thirty seconds... sixty seconds... a full two minutes passed. The body Clinton had imagined floating in the deep sea never appeared before his eyes.

Xi Xi maintained her previous posture, her expression unchanged. Only her eyes, piercing through the reinforced glass and the gradually thinning remnants of poisonous fog, held a kind of almost pitying, naked mockery.

She even tilted her head slightly, as if to confirm whether the other person had seen this absurd scene. Then, she moved.

"Is time up? How was it? Was I cooperative enough?" Her voice, amplified by Clinton's bloodline, entered Clinton's submarine, carrying a mockery that even the deep sea couldn't freeze.

Clearly, this poison is colorless and odorless, and it is soluble in water.

From the moment Clinton's main force initially stopped, they began to plan how to buy time and secretly spread poison.

Roscoe Clinton wasn't afraid of Xi Xi; rather, he wanted to punish her on the spot. Such an insidious method would kill Xi Xi without expending any military force.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that the bloodline bonus of the Celestial Empire is "immunity to all poisons".

"Isn't this the uncrowned king of the business empire? I thought you had some special tricks up your sleeve, but this is all?" The disdain in her eyes was almost tangible. "No way... this little bit of toxicity, is it just a tickle? You got your hopes up for nothing."

"You dare to provoke me with this level of skill?" Xi Xi's voice remained calm, carrying an arrogant disdain for all living beings. She deliberately emphasized each word and spoke in fluent English, "I bet even if I were to go easy on you and give you ten minutes to strike first, you still wouldn't be able to kill me. After all, no matter how many pieces of trash there are, they are still trash!"

She paused for a second, and the last sentence sounded like a deliberately mocking machine translation, light yet heavy: "Go wash up and go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xi Xi turned around. Just then, Xi Zhongcang drove the RV around the corner, his movements so smooth that he didn't pause for a moment.

Xi Xi nimbly boarded the moving RV and drove away in an instant.

Dead silence. Absolute silence enveloped Clinton.

Roscoe Clinton's face froze completely.

His muscles twitched and tightened slightly beneath his skin, his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his hand on the armrest made a creaking sound from excessive force, as if he would crush the hard armrest into dust at any moment.

A primal and violent killing intent erupted from his eyes for the first time so clearly, almost scorching the deep sea, but his long experience in the business world forced him to remain calm and collected: "Fine, let's see how you die... Chase after me!"

Upon hearing the order, Serene threw herself onto the control panel, her fingertips spasming from the excessive force, almost embedding themselves into the cold metal casing.

"Outrageous! Lawless! Chase her! Blast her to pieces!" A shrill, distorted female voice exploded in the confined command submarine compartment, carrying a hysterical madness.

Xi Xi's giant RV did indeed arrive as promised, and after lurking Clinton for 10 minutes, it suddenly turned around.

Clinton's hundreds of submarines were not fooled by her route, and they opened their water crossbows at various portholes as the Xi family's RV turned.

In an instant, countless jets of water tore through the dark seawater, and water crossbows trailed vacuum trails, emitting chilling shrieks, weaving an impenetrable net of death!

However, just a moment before the first wave of water bolts was about to hit the RV—"Whoosh!"

An extremely faint tremor, like space being folded, was heard, and the outline of the RV suddenly became blurred.

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