On the sixth day, several speedboats arrived at the island's coast.
On the seventh day, helicopters belonging to different factions landed on the island.
On the eighth day, besides the ships and planes representing hostile forces to Chu Ge, a small yacht from the neutral "Tongsheng Association" also docked at the shore.
On the ninth day, the scene at the island's shore was spectacular; from afar, the various ships seed almost to rge into one.
Nightti descended.
Chu Ge stayed within the forest, sitting on the broken branch of a large tree, taking a big bite of the wild fruit in his hand, chewing before licking his lips, no longer cracked after days of recovery.
Through the mottled gaps between the leaves, he looked from afar at the gently swaying ships anchored at the shore, tinged a frosty white by the moonlight, which also illuminated his dark eyes.
When the sun rises and sets, then rises again, it will be the start of this life-and-death battle.
"Attention everyone on the island, attention everyone on the island, I am Zhan Wushuang representing the Tongsheng Association. On behalf of the Tongsheng Association, I hope everyone can co aboard our passenger ship. I have sothing to discuss with you face to face."
As Chu Ge pondered, a voice amplified by a loudspeaker suddenly rang from the brightly lit small passenger ship.
Upon hearing Zhan Wushuang's voice, Chu Ge's lips curled slightly upwards. Previously in Japan, they said they would et in Kobe Chinatown for a drink, but to hear his voice again in such circumstances was unexpected.
Well, since Zhan Wushuang has sent an invitation, I might as well check it out.
Chu Ge casually tossed the fruit core away and leapt onto another branch of a nearby large tree. Swinging his body again, he swiftly flew out, like a nimble ape, covering over ten ters from the previous tree with just a few leaps.
Three minutes after Chu Ge's figure vanished, a gun-wielding Black man hiding behind the tree looked at the fruit core, less than a centiter from his left foot, and frowned slightly.
A coincidence?
Yes, it must be a coincidence. Regarding the skill of concealing one's form, he was certainly a master in this field; Chu Ge couldn't possibly discover him. If not for the timing not yet ripe for battle, he would've ended Chu Ge's life with a bullet long ago.
Humph, a conqueror? Seeing the way that guy jumps around, he's more like a wild monkey.
"Pop"
Suddenly, he felt a hand pat his right shoulder from behind, his pupils shrunk abruptly, his scalp prickled. Instinctively, he elbowed towards the right rear, but... there was nothing there.
"Hello?" Chu Ge stood to the Black man's left rear, smiling as he spoke fluent English: "Even young students from Hua Country wouldn't fall for such tricks. If I tapped your right shoulder, would I really be at your right rear?"
The Black man's pupils shrunk again, feeling a chilling breeze behind him. This was truly horrifying—he had clearly seen Chu Ge leave. Just when did this guy manage to sneak up behind him?
To make matters worse, the M4 carbine the man held was already in Chu Ge's hands?
In that brief mont, how did Chu Ge accomplish this?
"Don't look at that way, your concealnt skills are too weak, aren't they? It's such a waste of your skin, which is especially suitable for hiding in the night."
Ignoring the Black man's increasingly ghost-like gaze, Chu Ge leisurely slung the M4 carbine over his shoulder and smacked his lips.
"By the way, which faction are you with? With skills like yours mixed in, does your boss have no one else to send? If you truly want to kill , you should've sent so experts. Or... could it be that you're here to help , specially delivering a gun for ? Hmm, if that's the case, then it makes sense. Thanks."
The Black man's face flushed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fists clenched.
However, given the nightti and his skin color, it wasn't very noticeable. Still, Chu Ge examined him seriously, causing his anger to surge, his face turning even darker and redder.
"Brother, since Zhan Wushuang called us over, shall we go together?" Chu Ge seed earnest in his invitation.
"No." The Black man ground out the word through clenched teeth, looking like an enraged bull with faint white vapor puffing from his nostrils in the cold, emphasizing the resemblance.
"Alright then, judging by your legs, you don't seem very agile. To avoid keeping Zhan Wushuang waiting, I'll head over first."
After Chu Ge finished speaking, he turned and left, but as he was leaving, he left behind a sentence that almost made the black man spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"Help thank your boss later, tell him I send my regards to him and all the won in his family, and also my gratitude to your ancestors going back eight generations."
Although Chu Ge said this in English, if the black man had known a bit more about how people in Hua Country make enquiries, and understood what Chu Ge's sentence really ant, he probably would have actually spat out that mouthful of old blood.
On the coast, the most conspicuous position where the most eye-catching ship was docked was the "Tongsheng Association's" passenger ship.
By now, dozens of people had already entered the cabin, which was arranged like a small hall, with soft beige carpets and small brown round tables placed around. There were even so waiters dressed in white shirts and black trousers. If it weren't for the nurous characters exuding a murderous aura, it would have looked like they were holding a banquet.
In this cabin, sitting in the most noticeable chair was a man in his thirties, over 1.80 ters tall, wearing a fitting suit. His cheeks were sharply defined like they were carved with a knife and axe, beneath two arched brows were a pair of bright eyes that exuded a very firm and trustworthy light, radiantly heroic and extraordinarily charismatic.
This man is the president of the "Hua War Association," a Japanese-Chinese organization, and a senior official of the international "Tongsheng Association", Zhan Wushuang.
Even if he just sat there calmly, with his right leg crossed over his left, without saying a word, everyone who entered would instinctively glance at him at least once. This is indeed a powerful charisma.
It's like a beam of light in the dark, impossible to ignore unless you're blind.
Of course, aside from Zhan Wushuang, many people appearing here at this mont are not easily ignored either.
For example, a pair of twin n standing in the corner with crossed arms.
The twins are around twenty years old, with extrely exaggerated hairstyles. The one on the left shaved the right half of his head, and the one on the right shaved the left half. They continuously chew bubble gum, blowing bubbles "pop" one after another. It's notable that all their movents, even expressions, maintain synchronous frequency.
Or a woman standing two ters three tall, dressed in a loose Arabian white robe, wearing a veil. If you stare at her closely, you'll notice that sothing seems to be wriggling beneath her garnt-covered body.
Or a young man dressed in a red robe with gold thread Kasaya, holding a wooden fish in his left hand. His arms are unnaturally long, his right hand's fingers naturally drooping far beyond his knees. His sapphire-blue pupils appear utterly unfocused, devoid of any focal point. On his shiny bald head, there's a smiley face tattooed on the front and a crying face tattooed on the back.
There are many more similarly eye-catching characters, but more of them look sowhat normal, with eyes revealing fierce and sinister looks.
And so people look as ordinary as possible, as if they're regular office workers or college students. They politely sip fruit juice taken from the trays held by waiters and play so single-player gas on their phones.
However, regardless of how these people appear, the fact that they're here indicates none of them are ordinary people in the usual sense.
Of course, the majority of them share a common point, which is that they're here to take Chu Ge's life.
At first, people entered the cabin continuously, but as ti passed, it's been several minutes since anyone new ca in.
Finally, there was soone who couldn't sit still.
A woman with a sizzling figure, her ears filled with piercings with skull-shaped studs, wearing a nose ring, sporting flamboyant golden hair, pale skin resembling a corpse, opened her mouth, revealing the steel ball on her tongue.
"Honorable Mr. Zhan Wushuang, we have been waiting for a long ti. I think whatever you have to say, you can already say it, right?"
The golden-haired woman clearly presented herself as a submissive type, but her words were polite, like an elegant aristocrat.
Zhan Wushuang smiled lightly, glanced at the golden-haired woman, "Soone hasn't co yet."
His voice was calm, yet carried an indisputable power. Undoubtedly, his subtext was, "Keep waiting for ."
The golden-haired woman hesitated for a mont, eventually refraining from speaking again. History has proven countless tis that offending an important figure in the "Tongsheng Association" is definitely not a wise decision, so she was extrely polite even when raising doubts, more so than when she spoke to her own boss.
"Heh..." At a small round table near Zhan Wushuang, a man dressed in black, in standard ninja attire, with only his eyes exposed, emitted a sound barely qualifying as a "laugh."
"Mr. Zhan, as you said, indeed not everyone has arrived, but forgive for being blunt, I think even if we wait until the second before combat officially comnces, not everyone will show up. So friends must be doing what they believe is more important than boarding the ship, aren't they?"
Compared to the golden-haired woman earlier, this voice was sowhat less complintary towards the "Tongsheng Association."
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