Chapter 270 A Person Who Could Not Live

Pale blue light burst from the edges of the card, and light patterns spread rapidly across the sea surface. The seawater bulged upward from the center of the patterns, condensing into an Spirit Fish.

The fish's body was slender, its fins like gossamer, and its entire being emitted a soft blue-white fluorescence.

Han Cheng stepped onto the fish's back. With a flick of its tail, the Spirit Fish carved a long arc of blue light across the sea, racing toward the fluorescent island.

Song Xingmian rushed to the ship's railing, only to see the blue light getting further and further away.

"Han! Cheng!"

She gritted her teeth; she hadn't expected Han Cheng to be so utterly deranged!

But unfortunately, what she had recorded didn't count as solid evidence!

After all, according to him, he was going there to save someone!

"Dammit..."

Zhang Lieyang hadn't cursed in a long time. He turned around: "Miss Song, can you still apply for more cards?"

Song Xingmian pursed her lips: "I've already applied, but the Military District's approval process takes time..."

Chen Muqing leaned against the railing, suddenly figuring something out, and shook his head with a smile.

...

...

On a mercenary ship near the shore,

Several mercenaries on board clung to the railing, watching from afar as that blue light sped across the sea surface!

The figure on the fish's back dragged a long blade wreathed in purple resentment, the edge of the blade slicing through the sea mist!

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the other side of the small island's shore!

"He's on! He's on!"

"He finally went up! I've shouted myself hoarse!"

"Boss, does this mean we've completed the mission?"

The mercenaries spoke quietly among themselves, then looked back toward the stern. "Big Brother, that guy with the blade is on the island! He seems to be heading toward the light coming from you!"

Chen Yu slowly sat up from the deck and stretched. Shui Bobo slid from his chest to his knees, letting out a dissatisfied gurgle before being casually placed back onto his shoulder.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and glanced toward the coast...

That purple blade light had already vanished into the shadows of the trees at the island's edge.

He was moving faster than expected.

"Heh, this guy really is impatient..."

Chen Yu snorted coldly.

From the moment he joined the team, this man had started targeting him.

Now, they finally had some time alone.

He tucked Shui Bobo into his windbreaker, stood up, and brushed the dust off his knees. "You guys can leave now. The further the better. If I find you still hanging around nearby..."

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Right, right! We're leaving the second stage directly!"

"Marcus and Nora are both dead; we can only run for our lives!"

The mercenaries hurriedly explained.

Chen Yu nodded and stepped off the boat onto the island. "Get lost."

"Thank you, Big Brother! Thank you, Boss!"

"We're heading straight for the lighthouse, we won't stop!"

The iron-hulled boat turned around and sped away from the rocky beach, moving more than twice as fast as when it arrived.

The boat sailed far away, until the island became a blurred point of light on the horizon.

A young mercenary finally spoke in a low voice: "What kind of monster was that, anyway?"

Another mercenary lit his last crumpled cigarette and took a puff: "Global Slaughterhouse... we really shouldn't have fucking participated..."

Meanwhile—

Han Cheng jumped off the fish, his boot soles crushing several dried shells.

Cold white light surged from deep within the island.

He instinctively held the ghost head blade in front of him, the purple on the blade edge flickering slightly under the light pressure.

"Better to believe it exists."

"Than to believe it doesn't."

"If the Chinese person those foreigners mentioned really is Lu Heng, then the fact that I abandoned a teammate will be magnified infinitely, affecting the merits I need to return to the Capital Highway."

Han Cheng scanned his surroundings coldly.

He had to kill Lu Heng.

The value and significance of a dead man in the apocalypse is zero.

As long as he was dead,

then everything Han Cheng had done could be justified.

But this guy, Lu Heng,

how could he have made it to an island this far away?

Unless... he was hiding some... item he had never revealed before?

These thoughts spread through his mind for an instant before he forcefully suppressed them!

He sneered: "I really hope it's you, Lu! Heng! Hehehe..."

"Hmm?"

Han Cheng suddenly frowned as a chill surged up from the base of his spine without warning.

It was inexplicable.

The purple resentment clinging to the ghost head blade was overflowing uncontrollably, as if provoked by something, crawling up his wrist along the hilt, wrapping around his forearm, all the way to his elbow.

"?"

Was his blade warning him?

Han Cheng gripped the hilt tight, lowered his center of gravity, and scanned his surroundings...

Except for the tree shadows turned pale by the cold white fluorescence, there was nothing!

But in the very next second—

VROOOOM!!!

A terrifying drone rang out!

Han Cheng's pupils shrank, the rocks beneath his feet exploded, and he threw himself backward and to the side!

His reaction was already at its limit,

A massive war hammer smashed down vertically onto the spot where he had just been standing, the hammerhead booming into the rocky ground and sending stone fragments flying into the air!

Han Cheng recognized that hammer...

It belonged to Morgan!!!

It's a small world; was it those people from the Empire Sun Never Sets again?!!

He slowly raised his head, watching as a figure gradually emerged from the dust!!!

"Lu Heng?!"

Han Cheng's face froze: "You... you're not dead?!"

It was indeed Lu Heng, looking exactly the same, with a blue jelly squatting on his shoulder, boredly blowing bubbles!

But it wasn't the Lu Heng in his memory!

It wasn't just the difference of shedding his military uniform for a windbreaker!

There was also the fact that this person before him, though his posture was casual and his gaze calm, had an oppressive aura seeping out from deep within his body...

Han Cheng felt it!

This was an aura the old Lu Heng never had!

Of course, the most important thing was...

The radiance covering the entire island was emanating from Lu Heng's body!

He was practically a miniature sun!

This was fucking impossible!

"Captain Han, quick reactions!"

Chen Yu chuckled and picked up the war hammer again!

Han Cheng stood his ground, the purple light from his blade making half of his face flicker between light and shadow!

A person who shouldn't be alive,

in an impossible state,

appearing in an impossible location.

Even if Han Cheng were a fool, he would have guessed this guy wasn't simple!

Han Cheng said coldly: "Since you're not dead, why didn't you return to the team? Do you know how worried Mianmian was?"

Chen Yu smiled faintly: "Captain Han, if I had crawled onto your boat covered in blood and clinging to my last breath, wouldn't you have stabbed me to death? Then you'd tell Mianmian I died from my injuries?"

Han Cheng's expression didn't change as he shook his head: "I am the captain, and you are my teammate. I, Han Cheng, act with integrity. Even if I had issues with you, I would never kick a man while he's down."

Chen Yu sneered: "Then why didn't the range of that teleportation talisman cover me?"

Han Cheng sighed, his tone carrying a hint of regret: "The range wasn't enough. I activated the teleportation talisman on the fly; it was an emergency, and there wasn't time for precise positioning."

"Lu Heng, it seems you've misunderstood me. No wonder you're so aggressive the moment we meet; you've been holding onto this grudge. It's understandable; I would probably overthink it too if I were in your shoes."