Chapter 271: Is This Guy for Real?

“He’s not going die, right?”

As Xiao Yu stepped out of the cabin, he smirked and mumbled to himself, “Yeah, he won’t die.”

Inside the cabin, Hua Xiangyang’s current state was definitely not something most people would want to see.

Wang Dong, standing at the doorway, stopped Zhou Lie and Zhao Long from going inside. With a serious expression, he warned them, “If you still want to eat dinner tonight, don’t go in there.”

This was spoken from experience.

To be honest, Wang Dong had had enough of his younger brother’s “methods.” Even as the dignified leader of the Ninth Unit and the captain of a special forces team, both Zhou Lie and Zhao Long felt their scalps tingle. Their imaginations ran wild, picturing what the scene inside might look like.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yu kept walking, step by step, deeper into the freighter. He stopped in front of what looked like an engine room.

Though he couldn’t make much sense of it, Xiao Yu pushed the door open and walked inside.

Wang Dong and the others followed closely behind their little brother. They froze when they saw someone inside.

For a brief moment, they were stunned.

Which, of course, was a bad habit—especially on a battlefield. Hesitation could cost your life.

But…

The person before them was undeniably strange. He looked to be around forty, dressed in an outfit straight out of 18th or 19th-century European nobility.

Xiao Yu could immediately tell the materials were luxurious and expensive.

The man’s left hand rested on his knee, supporting a black bowler hat, while his right hand held a black cane with a copper handle. His pale, aristocratic face carried an air of elegance and indifference, exuding an aura of refined superiority.

Xiao Yu, “???”

‘Did I walk onto the wrong set?’

“Hello.” Fluent English flowed from the middle-aged white man’s mouth. “Would you like to make a deal? Pretend you didn’t see me, and I’ll give each of you a billion.”

“Ha!” Xiao Yu and the others all burst into laughter.

The look they gave the man was like they were staring at a complete idiot. Between the four of them—police, soldiers, and national security agents—did he really think they could be bought? Was he dreaming?

“So, I take it that’s a no?” The middle-aged man’s expression shifted to one of regret. “If that’s the case…”

Bang!

Xiao Yu fired the gun in his hand.

Not only did the sound startle the middle-aged man, but it also nearly gave Wang Dong and the others a heart attack.

A figure fell from above, landing heavily in front of them. A compact submachine gun tumbled to the floor alongside the body.

The figure was a tall, muscular man with dark skin, blood pouring from his chest.

“You…”

The man spoke in English, his wide eyes fixed on Xiao Yu. His gaze was filled with confusion and disbelief as he stared at Xiao Yu’s pistol—held upside down in his hand, thumb still pressed on the trigger.

He couldn’t understand it.

From the moment Xiao Yu and the others had walked into the room, none of them had looked up.

How had they spotted him? How had they known his exact location?

And most baffling of all—

Why fire an upside-down shot at him? What kind of move was that?

“Surprised?” Xiao Yu’s expression remained icy as he looked at the man. Speaking in English, he said, “Your hiding skills are impressive. You almost fooled me.”

If it weren’t for his Butterfly Nose and Python’s Sense—two key system skills—Xiao Yu admitted he might have missed him entirely.

When Xiao Yu and the others entered the room earlier, all four of them had been in the crosshairs of a gun. It seemed that the plan was straightforward. if the middle-aged white man failed to bribe them, the black man would take them out.

The black man exhaled his last breath, his eyes wide open in death, filled with disbelief.

From the gear he wore, it was clear he wasn’t just any mercenary.

The leader? The captain?

Regardless, the mercenaries were now completely wiped out.

“Well done. Brilliant,” the white man suddenly said with a smile. He picked up his bowler hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed theatrically toward Xiao Yu. Then, lifting his head with a mock grin, he said, “But tell me, what can you do to me?”

Huh?

Xiao Yu and the others stared coldly at the man.

He raised his hand, revealing a remote control. His finger rested on a prominent button.

“There are bombs on this ship,” he said as if offering a helpful tip.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he pointed to a strange metal device strapped to his chest, its green light blinking steadily. “This is a heart monitor. If my heart stops beating, or if I lift my finger off this button…” He smiled faintly. “Boom. We all go to meet God.”

Everyone froze.

Xiao Yu’s expression twisted slightly as he stared at the man. His eyes shifted to the blinking device on his chest. Then to the remote in his hand.

Why does this feel like a movie scene?

“Uh…”

Xiao Yu’s expression remained odd as he blinked once, then asked in English, “Pardon me for asking, but did you buy insurance?”

The middle-aged man, “???”

“Actually, I just wanted to wish you well,” Xiao Yu said, grinning with an expression of genuine sincerity. “May every insurance policy you’ve ever bought turn a profit.”

The middle-aged man, “???”

Being a foreigner, he couldn’t understand Xiao Yu’s bizarre joke at all. So, instinctively, his brain began analyzing. And as people often do when deep in thought, his eyes unconsciously shifted away from Xiao Yu. That was when it happened.

A sudden burst sounded from Xiao Yu’s position as his entire body launched forward like a missile.

Skill activated: Flea Jump.

The burst of speed was so intense that it was almost impossible to track him with the naked eye.

The middle-aged man’s gaze snapped back at the sound, but it was already too late. Xiao Yu was now standing right in front of him. And his shirt had been torn open, exposing his left chest, where his heart was.

The middle-aged man’s face twisted in panic, trying desperately to react.

“You’re too late.”

Those icy words, spoken in a chilling tone, felt like the cold wind of hell brushing past his ear.

Xiao Yu’s hand struck the man’s chest.

In one swift motion, he ripped off the blinking metal device and slapped it onto another chest—his own. Then, without hesitation, Xiao Yu grabbed the man’s hand, the one holding the remote.

Slash!

A flash of a blade, and the man’s wrist was severed, separating his hand from his arm.

Holding the severed hand in his right hand, Xiao Yu calmly slid the military knife back into its sheath with his left. His expression was cool as he looked at the middle-aged man.

The man stood there frozen, his brain too slow to register the pain.

“You know,” Xiao Yu said in English, his tone almost conversational, “a lot of movie villains die because they talk too much.”

He added, with a tone of genuine pity, “If you hadn’t explained how the bomb worked, if you hadn’t tried to threaten us, maybe we really wouldn’t have known how to deal with you. But why did you have to go and tell us?”

What an idiot.