737: Chapter 737 Take them all, leave none behind!

A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the surrounding passengers.

That's right!

Young Master Mu!

The Mu Family has influence in these waters; surely these pirates would give the Mu Family some face, right?

However.

One-Eyed Dragon paused for a moment, then laughed.

The smile was cold, cold as a knife.

"Oh?"

"That Mu Family from overseas?"

Young Master Mu Qingshan thought he was scared and straightened his back even more: "That's right! That very Mu Family! I advise you to be sensible and release me immediately, otherwise..."

Before he could finish.

One-Eyed Dragon slammed his foot into Young Master Mu Qingshan's stomach.

"Bang!"

Young Master Mu Qingshan's body curled up like a shrimp, and he flew backward, slamming onto the ground and sliding several meters away.

"Ah!!!"

Young Master Mu Qingshan was holding his stomach, in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He curled up on the ground, his whole body twitching uncontrollably.

One-Eyed Dragon retracted his foot, looking down at him with a sneer of disdain.

"The eldest young master of the Mu Family?"

"That's perfect!"

He squatted down and patted Young Master Mu Qingshan's face, which was twisted in pain.

"Your family will have to pay five times the price, otherwise you won't be going back."

Young Master Mu Qingshan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He never expected that revealing the Mu Family's name not only failed to scare these pirates but actually got him into even deeper trouble.

Five times?

How much money would that be?

"You... you dare?!"

Young Master Mu Qingshan gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.

"My Mu Family's influence in Southeast Asia is not something a pirate leader like you can offend!"

"When I get back, I will definitely make my grandfather..."

"Slap!"

One-Eyed Dragon slapped him across the face, cutting his words short.

Young Master Mu Qingshan's face jerked to the side, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

One-Eyed Dragon stood up and looked down at him.

"Go back?"

"Do you think you can still go back?"

He sneered, turned around, and waved at the pirates behind him.

"Take him away!"

Two pirates immediately stepped forward, grabbing Young Master Mu Qingshan from the left and right, dragging him toward the ship's railing like a dead dog.

Young Master Mu Qingshan struggled desperately, kicking his legs in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Let me go! You let me go!"

"I am the eldest young master of the Mu Family! You can't treat me like this!"

"My grandfather won't let you off!"

"Help! Someone save me!"

No one responded to him.

Save him?

They couldn't even save themselves!

If they had known it would come to this...

They would have been better off following that Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group!

The passengers crouching on the ground all lowered their heads, shivering.

One-Eyed Dragon stood by the railing, watching Young Master Mu Qingshan being dragged onto the speedboat, a satisfied smile curling on his lips.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the passengers crouching on the ground, his voice cold and sharp.

"Does anyone else have an opinion?"

The whole scene was dead silent.

No one dared to make a sound.

One-Eyed Dragon nodded and waved his hand.

"Take them all away!"

"Leave no one behind!"

"Including this ferry!"

The pirates pounced on the passengers crouching on the ground like wolves and tigers, binding them one by one and herding them into the cabin.

Some cried, some begged for mercy, and some struggled desperately, but in the face of heavily armed pirates, all resistance was futile.

Soon.

All two hundred or so passengers on the ship were herded into the cabin.

The captain stood in the cockpit, looking through the window at the scene on the deck, his face as pale as paper.

His hand reached for the radio, wanting to send a distress signal.

"Captain."

A cold voice came from behind him.

The captain's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around.

A pirate stood behind him, with the muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

"Don't move, or your head will be blown open."

The captain slowly raised his hands, his eyes full of despair.

...

The night was as dark as ink, and the sea was calm.

A white yacht cut a white wake across the sea, its engine emitting a low roar.

Ye Chen sat at the stern of the boat, holding a fishing rod, the fishing line trailing behind the boat, gently swaying in the seawater.

He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, looking leisurely.

Yi Yue sat beside him, wrapped in a thin coat, the sea breeze blowing her long hair gently.

Night Owl stood in front of the helm, one hand on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed ahead.

That's right.

Before she was "handled" by Ye Chen, she had lived in the Black Prison, so she naturally knew how to pilot a boat.

See?

It came in handy right away!

Qian Duofu squatted next to Ye Chen, his hands gripping the railing, his small eyes staring fixedly at the sea, muttering to himself.

"Mr. Ye, can you really catch any fish?"

"It's been twenty minutes, and I haven't even seen a shadow of a fish."

"Could it be that there are no fish in these waters?"

Ye Chen glanced at him: "Shut up. With that loud voice of yours, the fish have all been scared away."

Qian Duofu quickly covered his mouth, but after only two seconds of silence, he couldn't help but speak again.

"Mr. Ye, do you think those idiots are regretting it now?"

"I was so angry when I saw how smug they were when I left."

"That bastard Young Master Mu Qingshan, talking about how his family has influence in these waters—phooey! What kind of influence?!"

"If you ask me, people like that deserve retribution."

Ye Chen didn't speak.

Yi Yue chuckled softly: "Boss Qian, why are you so worked up?"

Qian Duofu slapped his thigh, his face full of indignation.

"How can I not be worked up? Those people are like ingrates who bite the hand that feeds them!"

"Mr. Ye wanted to lead them on a safe route, but they wouldn't listen and insisted on driving Mr. Ye away."

"Now, look at what's happened. We've left, and they're stuck there by themselves. What if they run into pirates?"

"They won't even have a place to cry when that happens!"

Night Owl didn't even turn her head, speaking indifferently: "They have already encountered pirates."

Qian Duofu was stunned.

"What?"

Night Owl's voice remained calm: "Less than an hour after we left, the cruise ship was surrounded by pirates."

"All two hundred or so passengers on the ship were taken into custody."

Qian Duofu was dumbfounded.

Good heavens!

Is that really true?

If so, didn't that make following Mr. Ye the wisest choice?

I am so smart!

Yi Yue looked at Night Owl in surprise: "How did you know?"

Night Owl took a palm-sized black device out of her pocket and tossed it over.

Ye Chen caught it and looked down.

It was a portable radio monitor, with strings of numbers and frequencies jumping on the screen.

"I left a bug on the cruise ship before I left," Night Owl said indifferently.

"I'm not concerned about them; I just wanted to know if there were any subsequent threats."

"As it turned out, I heard the whole process of the pirates boarding."

Yi Yue fell silent.

Ye Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Goodness!

It had to be Night Owl; she probably did this kind of thing often in the past...

Qian Duofu jumped to his feet, his stout body trembling slightly.

"I knew it would be like this!"

"Those idiots! Let them court death! Let them be arrogant! Are they happy now?"

"What about Young Master Mu Qingshan? What happened to that bastard Young Master Mu Qingshan?"

Night Owl's lips curled up slightly: "Young Master Mu Qingshan revealed the Mu Family's name, and then was kicked over by the pirate leader, who also said he would make his family pay five times the ransom."

Qian Duofu was stunned for a moment, then burst into deafening laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Five times! Great!"

"Let him act tough! Let him be arrogant! Now he's acting tough in front of pirates, isn't he?"

He laughed until he was rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face. He leaned against the railing, almost falling into the sea.

Ye Chen reached out, grabbed his collar, and pulled him back.

"Be careful."

Qian Duofu wiped his tears and waved his hand: "It's fine, it's fine, I'm just too happy."

He then looked at Ye Chen, his eyes full of admiration.

"Mr. Ye, did you know it would turn out like this all along?"

Ye Chen held the fishing rod, his eyes fixed on the sea, speaking indifferently.

"I didn't know."

"But I do know one thing."

Qian Duofu hurriedly asked: "What thing?"

Ye Chen turned his head and glanced at him.

"If you don't court death, you won't die."

Qian Duofu was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"That's so right!"

"If you don't court death, you won't die!"

"Those people are just courting their own death; they can't blame anyone else!"

"Didn't they like democracy? This is indeed quite democratic!"

Qian Duofu chuckled.

Ye Chen was right.

When those people drove Ye Chen away, they were all righteous and indignant, wishing they could set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Now that they were in trouble, it was just reaping what they sowed!

The sea breeze continued to blow, and the yacht continued to move forward.

Another ten minutes passed.

Night Owl's voice came from the helm: "In another half an hour, we will be approaching Thor Island."

"It will be very dangerous then."

"Pirate patrol boats are active year-round in the waters near Thor Island."

Qian Duofu's face went pale: "Then... what should we do?"

Night Owl didn't answer but turned her head to look at Ye Chen.

As it turned out...

Ye Chen's fishing rod suddenly sank.

His eyes lit up, he flicked his wrist, and jerked the rod up.

The fishing line pulled taut, and the rod bent into an arc.

"It's here! It's here!"

The next second.

A silvery-white sea fish broke through the water, arced through the air, and landed on the deck, flopping around.

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Night Owl and grinned.

"It's fine."

"Let's keep going."

"If one comes, I'll hit one; if two come, I'll hit a pair."