Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008

Western Pacific, on the cruise ship.

"What did you say?" Longjing rose directly from his seat, enjoying his fragrant tea on the deck.

"Mr. Longjing, we just received news that Yongfan Island's warships have attacked the warships of the Philippines, and three Philippine warships have already been sunk by Yongfan Island." The gaunt man said gravely to Longjing. "Now Yongfan Island's warships are rapidly approaching here."

Longjing's face was solemn, with his hands behind his back, looking stern. "These people from Huaxia Country are really insane, daring to take the initiative and attack the Philippine warships."

"Mr. Longjing, according to the timeline, it will take less than twenty minutes for Yongfan Island's warships to get here, what should we do?" The gaunt man said to Longjing nearby.

"What are you afraid of? I'm curious to see what Yongfan Island can do to us?" Longjing said, pausing momentarily. "Get Ma Teng up here."

The gaunt man immediately turned around and went down.

Soon, two masked Japanese samurais brought Ma Teng up from the cabin.

"Ma Teng, please sit," Longjing gestured for Ma Teng to sit.

Ma Teng was not particularly polite, sitting down unperturbed.

"I have good news for you, someone is coming to rescue you," Longjing said ominously.

"That is indeed good news," Ma Teng nodded.

Longjing snorted coldly after hearing Ma Teng's words. "But there's bad news too. If they dare to come with force, we'll kill you first and then send the video to every corner of the world... A proud Huaxia Country can't even protect its own richest man; the whole world will laugh at you by then."

Ma Teng glanced at Longjing, his gaze heavy. "You Japanese really can't change your treachery."

If the Restoration Organization did as they mentioned before, it would definitely bring negative effects to Huaxia Country.

"Treachery? I don't think so. As long as we can win, nothing else matters. Only the victors have the right to judge history," Longjing said with a sinister smile.

"You really have no shame." Suddenly, a voice appeared beside Longjing.

When he heard this voice, Longjing was stunned.

He quickly looked up, and not far from him, a slightly thin young man from Huaxia Country stood there.

"Who are you? How did you end up here?" Longjing was certain that there wasn't anyone on the deck just now.

Longjing didn't recognize Ding Fan, but Ma Teng did.

Back then, during the mutated plague in Yanjing, Ding Fan helped treat Ma Teng.

"Rest assured, richest man, these minions can't do anything to you. I'm here to take you home." Ding Fan said calmly.

At the moment, Ding Fan completely ignored the approaching Japanese around the deck. His tone seemed casual, like greeting someone over a meal.

"You are truly arrogant." Longjing said, stepping back, then waved his hand.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... As Longjing's hand fell, the surrounding four masked samurais charged at Ding Fan without a word.

"Be careful!" Ma Teng worriedly warned.

These masked samurais were tough. Previously, Ma Teng's security was handled by four members from groups three, five, six, and seven.

But later, those four members were directly killed by these masked samurais.

Now, with Ding Fan facing four masked samurais alone, Ma Teng was quite worried.

The four masked samurais were really fast, arriving in front of Ding Fan in the blink of an eye.

Ding Fan's right hand raised, sending a Wind Blade technique across.

Thump... Suddenly, one of the masked samurais at the forefront was sliced in half by Ding Fan.

Ding Fan succeeded in one move, wasting no time, his form flickered, kicking twice consecutively.

Two gusts swept through, and two masked samurais flew backward.

Those two were flung out, landing heavily on the railing before collapsing to the ground. Their bodies were limp, blood pouring from seven orifices—they were far beyond saving.

The remaining masked samurai tried to control his form, retreating halfway through.

The young Ding Fan was brutally formidable, eliminating three masked samurais in one move.

Three people stood no chance against Ding Fan, not to mention that lone masked samurai.

The masked samurai turned to flee.

But as he turned, Ding Fan's form appeared before him in an unbelievable manner.

Previously, the masked samurai saw Ding Fan behind him; in a blink, he stood in front—how could he not be anxious!

However, at this point, the masked samurai had no chance to react.

Because Ding Fan was already taking action!

Swish... Another Wind Blade technique sliced through.

Blood splattered, and the masked samurai's body was torn in half, innards strewn across...

"How... how is this possible?" Seeing this, Longjing's eyes widened.

The four masked samurai were all Chunin warriors with formidable combat skills, but the newcomer managed to slay them all in less than half a minute...

And the methods Ding Fan used to slaughter those people were extremely brutal.

The Japanese love nothing more than beheading. But what Ding Fan did was even more cruel than their beheading habits; he directly bisected them.

With a single slash, he cut a person directly into two halves...

Longjing was shocked, and Ma Teng beside him was even more astonished.

He only knew of Ding Fan's excellent medical skills; he hadn't expected Ding Fan's combat abilities to be so fierce.

Clang clang clang clang...

At this moment, more than thirty members of the Restoration Organization suddenly rushed out around the deck, all armed with guns. They surrounded Ding Fan and Ma Teng in the center, with all their gun barrels aimed at the two.

"Kung Fu kid, I admit your skills are impressive, but can they match our guns? Today, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Longjing said viciously to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan ignored Longjing's nonsense. With a swift move, he appeared right in front of Ma Teng, lifting him on his back with one hand.

"Open fire!" Longjing's eyes turned serious when he saw Ding Fan dare to move under such circumstances.

"Mr. Longjing, what about Ma Teng from Huaxia Country?" A skinny man approached Longjing, expressing some concern.

Longjing's eyes were red. "What about Ma Teng? Shoot them all. Record the upcoming events for me. I want Huaxia Country to see the consequences of not behaving properly."

"Yes!" The skinny man quickly took a video camera out of a bag, opened the lens cover, and pointed the camera at Ding Fan and Ma Teng.

"Ding Fan, it looks like we're both going to die here today," Ma Teng laughed and said, glancing around.

Ding Fan, however, admired Ma Teng at this moment.

Even in a life-threatening situation, he remained indifferent to life and death. This composure and carefree attitude made Ding Fan full of admiration.

"These people can't take our lives," Ding Fan said calmly.

Ma Teng, however, couldn't believe Ding Fan's words. With so many guns pointed at them and surrounded, it seemed impossible to break out of this situation.

But Ding Fan claimed that these people couldn't take their lives.

"Kill them!" With a wave of Longjing's hand, the order was given.

Da da da... Instantly, more than thirty guns started firing simultaneously.

The gunfire was deafening.

Everyone thought Ding Fan and Ma Teng would be riddled with bullets instantly, but what happened next was contrary to everyone's expectations.

As soon as the gunfire sounded, Ding Fan, carrying Ma Teng, disappeared as if into thin air right before everyone's eyes.

"How is this possible?" Longjing's eyes widened, questioning his vision. How could Ding Fan vanish into thin air?

Meanwhile, before Longjing could figure out what had happened, a Wind Blade directly slashed through.

The Wind Blade swept past, cleaving through people, though how many were killed by this single slash was unknown.

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More than a dozen bodies fell to the ground, without exception, all sliced in half...

In an instant, the deck looked no different from a hellish Asura battlefield.

How... how could this be!

Longjing had uttered "how could this be" countless times!

A single person, in the blink of an eye, could kill more than ten people. This was beyond his comprehension.

Even slaughtering pigs would require some time for over a dozen!

"Hold on, kill him for me!" Though Longjing said this, his feet began moving in retreat.

Being as cunning as Longjing, he realized he had encountered a formidable opponent.

Even with a dozen gunmen left, he lacked confidence in them.

If one person could kill over ten in an instant, the remaining wouldn't last long either.

Hence, Longjing was thinking of fleeing!

Nothing else mattered. Survival was paramount; only then could anything else be possible!

But Longjing's hope was too idealistic.

Just as Longjing thought of turning away, two more Wind Blades swept through.

The remaining dozen or so individuals were immediately cut in half right before Longjing's eyes.

In less than half a minute, all thirty gunmen were completely slaughtered...

"It seems your minions aren't much," a cold voice said beside Longjing.

To Longjing, that voice was like the sound of death.

He slowly turned his head, seeing Ding Fan standing with Ma Teng about a dozen meters away.

"You... don't act recklessly; there are explosives on the ship. At most, we'll all perish together!"