120: Anyone who crosses the line will die!

"A boat... there's a boat! It's a big ship!"

"Holy shit... it smells so good! Damn, that's the smell of roasted meat!"

The eyes of a Man with Glasses were bloodshot, his Adam's apple bobbing; it was a stomach spasm triggered by extreme hunger.

Looking at the beautifully dressed, rosy-cheeked women on the deck, he felt a surge of poisonous envy.

Why?

Why did he have to run for his life like a dog, eating dirt and drinking wind, while these women were here having a lavish feast?!

"Quick! Get up there! We've found a way to survive!"

The Man with Glasses let out a roar.

He recklessly rushed toward the anchor chain hanging over the dock, climbing up with both hands and feet.

The four people behind him didn't hesitate either, following like madmen.

"Give me a hand! I beg you, give me a hand!"

Among them was a woman with disheveled hair, crying out toward the deck as she climbed.

Her voice cracked as she screamed: "We're all women! Quick! Pull me up!"

This scene was filled with irony.

In the apocalypse, there were actually such oddballs! Opening their mouths and demanding help?!

Clang—!

The clear, sharp ring of a sword exploded through the night sky.

Without any nonsense, an icy blue flash of cold light slashed down from the bow!

In an instant, a blade mark appeared on the concrete ground in front of the anchor chain!

White frost spread frantically around the blade mark.

It emitted a bone-chilling white mist.

The Man with Glasses shuddered in fear and violently pulled back his hand.

He nearly fell from mid-air to feed the sea monsters.

"No!"

He looked up in terror.

He saw Xia Mo holding the famous blade [sword name], standing tall and straight at the bow.

The sea breeze danced wildly.

It blew her long hair and the hem of her clothes.

In those beautiful eyes, there wasn't a trace of pity.

"Those who cross the line, die."

Five words.

There was no emotional fluctuation, yet they carried a pressure that made one's heart stop.

The aura of an S-rank Assassination Talent was truly terrifying!

At this moment.

Tang Ran also walked over, carrying her Spiked Club, stepping one foot onto the gunwale and looking down at the group.

"Can't understand human speech, can you?"

"Do you really think this is a public toilet? Coming and going as you please?"

The people below felt their scalps go numb from the sheer pressure.

Especially seeing that long blade emitting cold air and Tang Ran's expression that looked like she wanted to crush the intruders' skulls.

They were afraid.

But that fear was quickly replaced by a deeper resentment.

"You... how can you just watch us die and not help!"

The woman with disheveled hair felt her legs go weak and slumped onto the ground, starting to throw a tantrum.

A classic case of 'I'm weak, so I'm right.'

"We're all players! We're all survivors! We come from the same root!"

"You have so much food... so much meat, what's wrong with sharing a little with us?"

"We don't want much, just a bite each would do!"

"Waaa... this ship is so big, letting us up to take shelter won't take up any space!"

A typical case of moral kidnapping.

Unfortunately, she had picked the wrong people.

The people on this ship had long been influenced by Chen Du to be completely unmoved by such tactics.

Xia Mo looked at the woman coldly, her gaze full of contempt.

"Players?"

"Since you're players, you should know the rules. Private territory—trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

"Get lost!"

Just two words.

Heartless, cold-blooded, and non-negotiable.

The Man with Glasses looked at the two high-and-mighty beauties, the greed and malice in his eyes almost bursting out.

These bitches... they're too arrogant! Too pretentious!

With three grown men, they could definitely subdue these women quickly!

When that time came, this ship, this meat, and these top-tier beauties... wouldn't they all be at their mercy?

But this thought could only flash through his mind for a moment.

Because he heard movement coming from the mist behind him.

It was a dense sound of footsteps that made one's skull feel like it was about to explode.

Thump, thump, thump!

The ground trembled!

The distant mist began to churn at this moment!

The Man with Glasses turned pale, and all his greed instantly turned into terror.

He suddenly looked up and roared at Xia Mo:

"You can't drive us away!"

"Behind us is a Beast Tide! It's a fucking Beast Tide!!"

"Thousands of monsters are swarming this way! The whole port is finished!!"

"If you don't let us up... everyone will die! We have strength, we can help you defend the ship!"

"Beast Tide?"

Xia Mo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in their depths.

The sea breeze whistled.

It blew against the tight black leather suit she was wearing.

Her extreme waist-to-hip ratio was stunningly beautiful, yet she was also chillingly cold.

"And that's your reason for trespassing on private territory?"

"Cut the fucking crap! What time do you think it is to still be acting?!"

Seeing that the soft approach wasn't working, the Man with Glasses' eyes erupted with murderous intent.

He was driven to desperation; even a cornered dog will jump over a wall!

The suffocating roar behind them was getting closer and closer; if they didn't get on the ship, it was a dead end!

"This ship is so big! Can you few women even hold it?! Brothers, follow me!"

He roared, his adrenaline spiking.

"Just rush up there! Subdue them! This ship will be ours!"

As long as they got close!

As long as they could get into close quarters, these delicate women would be no match for men!

However.

He overestimated himself and underestimated the weight of an S-rank talent.

"Seeking death!"

Xia Mo's red lips parted slightly.

Without any fancy movements.

She simply raised her right hand and tapped her fingertip lightly in the air.

Buzz—!

The moisture in the air instantly condensed!

A crystal-clear icicle, emitting a sinister cold, shot out!

Whoosh!

The sound of it piercing the air was ear-splitting!

Just as the Man with Glasses' hand gripped the edge of the gunwale, that icicle pierced through his palm!

Its momentum undiminished, it plunged into the dark seawater!

Before the blood could even spray out, it was frozen into ice shards by the extreme low temperature.

"Ah! My hand!!"

The Man with Glasses twitched in agony, his whole body hanging in mid-air.

He couldn't even let go, hanging there like a dead fish on a curing rack.

"Get down."

Xia Mo flipped her wrist.

The famous blade [sword name] unsheathed half an inch.

Only a flash of cold light passed by.

His wrist and the anchor chain were severed simultaneously!

The Man with Glasses, along with his accomplices who had only climbed halfway, fell back onto the concrete dock with screams of agony.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of breaking bones followed, painful even to hear.

"Such strong sword qi! Could it be... an S-rank talent?"

"We're no match! She's... she's a combat-type S-rank!"

The woman with disheveled hair below was completely paralyzed with fear, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Looking at Xia Mo's exquisite figure, how could she dare to throw another tantrum!

"Go... let's go..."

The men ignored the sharp pain of their broken limbs and scrambled toward the container area, supporting each other.

As the woman ran, she turned back and cursed:

"You'll die a miserable death! For watching us die and not helping... you'll be eaten by monsters too! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

"Still barking!"

Xia Mo drew her blade!

Another wave of cold air chased after the woman!

In the next second.

Her head was separated from her body!

"Second Sister, activate the defenses."

Xia Mo didn't even bother to take another look.

She turned around and looked at Tang Ran and Xia Lai.

"Even though these people are trash, the fear in that man's eyes was real."

"And..."

She tilted her head slightly, looking deep into the mist, her hand tightening on her blade.

"I heard it too."