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"No way." Wu Wentao replied decisively, furrowing his brow for a moment as he wondered, "What nonsense are you thinking about now?"
It was no surprise that Wu Wentao asked this; Song Jiu often made some rather outrageous decisions or proposals, and sometimes they yielded unexpected results. Wu Wentao couldn't quite gauge whether Song Jiu had come up with another idea. His question, while dismissive, also held a hint of anticipation. If Song Jiu truly had a solution, it could save them a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Although searching for The Establishment had already been put on the agenda back at the ancient temple, how to proceed remained undecided. Among their group, only a few had any contact with The Establishment. Wu Wentao himself had been on the opposing side of The Establishment and only knew about their military capabilities from three years ago, which was now outdated information and of little use. Song Yao had interacted with influential figures within The Establishment, but unfortunately, after parting ways in New Pu Yang, they had never met again, and it was uncertain whether those individuals were still alive.
The only remaining connection was Zeng Yadong and Tan, who had sailed away with them back then. However, those two girls had also relied on Shaoshan's influence at that time and held no significant status within The Establishment. With Shaoshan long gone, no one knew how they were faring in The Establishment's old stronghold.
Currently, their advantage lay with Huihui—the precious legacy left by An Zheng. In a sense, this team would no longer be threatened by Zombies. To put it grandly, whether the new world could be revived depended entirely on them. However, therein lay the awkwardness. They possessed Antibody and theoretically had the basic conditions for independent research, but their strength could not compete with Kenny's. They needed to seek shelter under a larger entity before they could embark on the research and mass production of Antibody and Vaccine.
No matter how one looked at it, without The Establishment, Antibody would be rendered useless. As Song Jiu pointed out, under normal circumstances, The Establishment should have taken the initiative to reach out. Unfortunately, communication networks were completely paralyzed; everyone was scattered far and wide, making it impossible to find anyone. This limitation severely restricted the development of many matters.
"No, just asking casually," Song Jiu sighed helplessly. The Establishment was far away in the Spratly Islands—mountains high and seas wide—it was hard to think of any method to catch their attention.
Wu Wentao was not surprised by this response; he pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's do it my way."
"Alright, but can we take it slow?" Song Jiu scratched his head and turned to look at the others on the deck, muttering, "At least let Ziqian get things sorted out."
"You young people," Wu Wentao could only smile wryly and nodded. "Alright, let's hurry up."
In the afternoon, the control room relayed the only good news since setting sail: the yacht had entered the waters of Jinbo Island. The weather and wind conditions were normal; they would arrive at their destination within two hours.
The crew members each harbored their own thoughts—whether escaping death or welcoming a new life—none of them felt nostalgic about their days at sea. Though it had only been two short days, it was a nightmare none wished to experience again. The cabin had been cleared of water; damp furnishings couldn't dry quickly enough. Everyone gathered on deck, dressed in dried clothes and carrying their weapons as they prepared for landing.
As dusk approached, mist gradually rose over the Sea Surface. In the hazy distance ahead, an island silhouette seemed to emerge—a dark shadow standing out starkly against the vast expanse of water.
The crew's excitement waned as tension took its place; stepping into a new environment inevitably brought about such feelings.
"Jin Bo," Song Jiu swallowed hard. "Should we send a signal? Your people won't just greet us with open arms or something like that?"
"Dare they!" Jin Bo glared fiercely like a master of his domain and waved his hand grandly. "Brothers and sisters, don't panic; hold tight to me!"
"Seriously? A ship appears in your territory and you have no warning measures?" Song Yao pulled him down with irritation and said sternly, "We can't afford any mistakes right now; you're the Island Master—you need to be responsible for everyone's safety."
Jin Bo chuckled lightly and reassured them, "Don't worry; I've got everything covered." He then sprang up to the control panel and whispered briefly with Fang Fei and others before returning with an air of satisfaction. "Just don't be too surprised later."
“Show off,” Luci shot him a glance and asked, “Can you contact the island from the boat?”
“Sort of. It's to put you all at ease. I'll signal soon,” Jin Bo replied nonchalantly, picking up a dry cloth and meticulously wiping the slender steel blade of Bloodied Countless. This was the only time the kid showed the calm and serious demeanor of a Swordmaster, and with this beginning, everyone felt a bit more confident.
Time seemed to move slower than everyone expected; as they approached their destination, it felt as if time had frozen halfway, the second hand of the watch appearing to stall.
As the twilight faded, the orange-red hue at the horizon disappeared, giving way to an ink-black night.
The yacht slowed down, weaving through a thin layer of sea mist. Ahead, a massive shadow became clearer, and faint glimmers seemed to twinkle in the distance.
Yuan An and Luo Yu stood side by side at the bow, gazing at the dim lights and wondering, “Is that light?”
“Hahaha, how does it feel? Like a paradise?” Jin Bo's vanity was greatly satisfied; he couldn't wait for everyone to experience the beauty of the island. He explained, “The lights are quite noticeable at night; usually, not too many lights are lit up.”
“What’s the situation now?” Yuan An asked curiously.
“The flames you see aren’t on the island,” Jin Bo grinned proudly. “I have a boat too, but it can’t sail out to sea, so I turned it into a lookout post. The flames are from ships at sea.”
Luo Yu pondered for a moment, pursing her lips slightly before saying with a smile, “No wonder you’re not worried about floods washing away the Dragon King Temple.”
“Of course not,” Jin Bo boasted with enthusiasm. “Everything is under control; don’t worry.”
Despite Jin Bo's repeated assurances of safety, some still couldn’t relax. It wasn’t surprising that the crew felt anxious; sometimes high expectations led to greater disappointment. They could only force themselves to stay calm and not show too much eagerness to avoid misfortune.
The yacht sliced through the water surface and continued forward. As they drew closer to the flickering lights in the mist, Jin Bo signaled. The control panel activated Qianqian, and a beam of bright white light shot out, flashing in long and short bursts according to their prearranged frequency.
Cao Zheng released the helm as the yacht floated on the sea surface, waiting for a response from across.
Song Jiu and others held their breath, hardly daring to exhale. After waiting for more than ten minutes—patience wearing thin—a response finally came from across.
Another beam of incandescent light appeared, matching their previous frequency with long and short flashes.
“Got it,” Jin Bo felt relieved and waved his hand. “Set sail.”
Cao Zheng let out a sigh of relief as the speed increased, the waves splashing on both sides, swiftly approaching the flickering lights in the distance.
As the thick fog dispersed, a moss-covered ship came into view, just as Jin Bo had described. The ship had torches stuck on either side, and a searchlight shining from the top. Upon seeing the yacht, someone immediately turned off the searchlight.
Following Jin Bo's instructions, the yacht passed by the ship. As they drew closer, two figures appeared on the opposite side of the ship.
"Brother Xiao Jin!"
"Sister Fei!"
Jin Bo cleared his throat, his tone turning serious. "I’m back. Signal them."
The figures on the opposite side let out a joyful cheer and hurried back to the cabin. Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, and a burst of fireworks shot up into the sky, exploding into a brilliant display.
"Tsk tsk, not bad," Song Jiu remarked, pleased with the signal flare that soared like an arrow through the clouds.
Jin Bo remained silent, his eyes nearly popping out with excitement.
Before long, voices could be heard from behind the ship. Two inflatable kayaks slowly emerged from the misty sea, their flashlights illuminating the yacht's bow before quickly extinguishing.
"You're finally back," a clear female voice came from the left kayak.
"Qingmei!" Fang Fei exclaimed with delight. "How did you get here?"
The woman called out to Fang Fei with a playful laugh. "I've been waiting for you all this time. With Master Jin back, how could I not come?"
Song Yao and the others exchanged surprised glances, their expressions shifting from playful teasing to astonishment. This guy wasn't just boasting; he really had done well for himself.
Jin Bo cleared his throat again and asked, "How has everything been on the island while I was gone? No issues?"
"Everything is fine," the girl known as Qingmei replied softly with a smile, seemingly playing along with Jin Bo to create an air of importance.
Song Jiu and the others felt like mere supporting characters at that moment, exchanging wide-eyed looks as they waited for Jin Bo to resume his duties as Island Master.
"Alright, let's head back."
However, Jin Bo clearly lacked any acting talent. He wanted to show off in front of everyone, but unfortunately, his personality didn't allow for such eloquence.
Song Yao and Luci couldn't help but chuckle, their earlier anxiety easing considerably.
The journey ahead was free of worries. Two Kayaks flanked the sides, while the sea vessel continued to serve as the frontline lookout for the island. The yacht sailed steadily across the Sea Surface, heading towards the increasingly visible island.
"I have a feeling," Song Jiu said, stroking his newly grown stubble and squinting at the dissipating sea mist.
"Hmm? What?" Wu Wentao, lost in thought with a furrowed brow, didn't catch what Song Jiu had said and turned to ask in confusion.
"Our good fortune is about to arrive," Song Jiu replied, smacking his lips and standing tall with confidence.
Luo Yu, standing on the other side, glanced over at the sound of his voice. His gaze swept across Song Jiu's profile as he softly agreed, "Let's hope so."
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