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Both individuals were dressed in Night Cloaks, but their physiques were distinctly different. One was tall and matched the characteristics of the previous figure in black, while the other was slightly shorter, with an average height, yet incredibly fast in his movements.
However, there was still a noticeable gap in their abilities. The shorter man in black seemed to be at a disadvantage. With the help of the Flashlight's light, I could see that the tall figure was wearing ancient attire and was unarmed.
In contrast, the Short Black-Clad Man wore peculiar clothing and wielded a gleaming long knife, resembling a modern-day professional assassin.
The light immediately caught their attention, and both stopped fighting instantly. Yet neither turned to face me. I noticed the tall figure move his hand, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I heard a sharp crack. My Flashlight was shattered by some unseen force, plunging the cabin back into darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the window.
Damn it, how could there be two of them? "Who are you?" I shouted, charging forward with my fists raised.
In an instant, we were all entangled in a chaotic brawl—punching and striking without distinguishing who was who. Amidst the turmoil, I took several hits myself as we fought fiercely in the cabin.
But as we exchanged blows, I realized something: these two figures in black hardly paid me any mind. If I didn’t engage them directly, they would only focus on attacking each other without involving me.
Both of them were exceptionally skilled fighters; even the shorter one matched my abilities. After about a minute of relentless fighting, we still hadn’t reached a conclusion. I held onto the hope that I could capture at least one of them, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.
They offered me no opportunities at all. However, during the scuffle, my Paratrooper Knife managed to wound the Short Black-Clad Man. As I struck his arm, I intended to follow up and subdue him. But he retaliated with a kick that struck my chest hard enough to nearly knock me down.
Then the Short Black-Clad Man opened a window and leaped out in one swift motion. "Damn it! You better stop!" I yelled as I rushed to the window's edge, but by then there was no sign of him below; he had vanished at an astonishing speed.
There was still one left. When I turned back around, the tall figure had also disappeared. I dashed out of the cabin and saw him sprinting ahead of me; I took off after him.
Yet once I burst onto the deck after him, it was completely empty. I quickly scanned the Sea Surface and paced back and forth on the deck. I even ran to the stern to look around, but there was no sign of anyone in the surrounding waters; both figures had vanished without a trace.
"Damn it!" I cursed through gritted teeth, my anger making me tremble all over. Those two had managed to escape right under my nose. The most infuriating part was that throughout this ordeal, I hadn’t seen either of their faces clearly.
However, judging by their physiques and fighting styles, that tall figure must have been the Cat-Eyed Man in Black from before. Although I hadn’t seen his cat-like eyes this time, his attire and that black cloth covering his face were enough evidence to confirm my suspicion—I was certain of it.
Who was that short man in black? I stood at the stern of the ship, carefully recalling the figure I had just seen. He was not very tall and quite frail. Could he be the puppet master behind it all?
This person's posture was unusual; he always seemed to be in a crouched position, and his fighting style was rare. Especially his clothing—I felt something was off about it.
After pondering for a moment, it suddenly struck me. This looked like the attire worn by Japanese ninjas. Coupled with the long blade he wielded, I became more convinced of my judgment. Although ninjas originated in Japan, they were not exclusive to Japan; the Celestial Empire had them too.
Things were escalating rapidly. How did a ninja suddenly appear? This person must have been hiding among us all along. Who could it be? What was his purpose? And why did the Cat-Eyed Man in Black engage him in a fight? I found myself puzzled by these questions.
The night wind from the sea was strong, and after breaking into a cold sweat, the chill hit my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over me. Where had Shunzi gone? I needed to find him.
Just as I was about to leave, a more pressing thought crossed my mind: I still hadn't located Jiao Ba or that coffin. I didn't even know if he was alive or dead.
I hurried back into the cabin and began searching every corner. I checked all the cabins in front but found no trace of Jiao Ba, nor did I discover the coffin.
According to the dream's narrative, could it still be in the last cabin? I decided to take a look. Feeling my way through the darkness, I quickened my pace toward the innermost part of the ship. Without any lighting tools, I had to rely on the faint moonlight to see.
As I followed the moonlight, my eyes brightened; I finally found what I was looking for. The large coffin was indeed here. Perhaps I had been too preoccupied with dealing with those two men in black earlier to notice it properly.
Under the moonlight, the coffin appeared even more ominous and terrifying. Coupled with the eerie atmosphere of the night, an air of death permeated the fishing boat, sending shivers down my spine.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I approached it. Just as I neared the coffin, something suddenly tripped me up, nearly causing me to fall.
I turned and looked down, stunned to see a person lying on the ground next to the coffin. Quickly squatting down, I realized that it was Jiao Ba.
Could it be... I hurriedly checked for his breathing; it was weak but present. Letting out a sigh of relief, it seemed he was merely unconscious.
I moved closer and helped him up. Gently patting his cheek, I whispered, "Lao Ba, Lao Ba, wake up."
Jiao Ba remained unresponsive. With no other option, I pressed my thumb against his philtrum and called out again, "Lao Ba, Lao Ba, wake up!"
This technique actually worked; Jiao Ba slowly opened his eyes and murmured weakly, "Who... who are you?" His voice was faint, and he still seemed somewhat disoriented.
"It’s me, Brother Yi. Are you okay, Lao Ba?" I pulled Jiao Ba up from the ground with some effort. Since he was able to wake up, he should be fine.
Jiao Ba rubbed the back of his neck, a pained expression on his face. "Oh, Brother Yi, it hurts like hell. Damn it, who was the bastard that hit me so hard?"
"What exactly happened? How did you end up fainting here?" I asked him quietly, looking concerned.
Jiao Ba massaged his neck and closed his eyes. "Where are we right now?"
"We're on Bearded Man's ship, in the last cabin. What happened to you?" I patted his back, sensing that he seemed a bit dazed.
Jiao Ba opened his eyes and looked around. "I don’t know what happened. I remember I was hiding at the stern of the ship when suddenly someone attacked me from behind, and then I blacked out. Oh, my neck hurts so much."
The stern? My mind raced as I thought it over. "Lao Ba, did you signal me with a flashlight?"
"What signal? I had barely gotten on the ship when I was knocked out! Brother Yi, I was just about to ask you—didn’t we agree to keep an eye on things? Someone snuck out, and why didn’t you signal me?" Jiao Ba shot me a reproachful look. If it were anyone else, he would have already exploded in anger.
After hearing him out, I felt a bit dazed myself. It seemed like we had both fallen into a trap—Jiao Ba had been knocked out from behind while I had been dazed by some unknown scent.
"I wish I could have told you, but it seems like I was ambushed too," I said to Jiao Ba, keeping my expression serious...
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