12dz Chapter 1047: Those with Wings Dare Not Fly
Chapter 1047: Those with Wings Dare Not Fly
Shu Ya Zi never expected that these two boys would turn an auction upside down.
He clutched the ivory fan tightly to his chest, running forward while glancing back at Mu Xiaoji who was chasing after him, his pace never slowing down.
Despite the bumpy ride caused by his prosthetic leg, Mu Xiaoji gritted his teeth and kept chasing relentlessly.
He angrily cursed, "You old geezer, stop right there! At your age, aren't you afraid of running too fast and having a heart attack that could kill you?"
Shu Ya Zi shouted without turning his head, "I won't stop! Go ahead and bite me if you dare!"
He scrambled onto the deck, circled the hull, and then plunged down to the bottom.
A moment later, he darted up to the top floor, his agility even surpassing that of a young person.
Feng Yan's men followed closely behind, while the guests on deck stared in disbelief, their voices rising and falling in murmurs:
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Isn't that the old gentleman who sold the 'ivory fan' at the auction?"
"Judging from his otherworldly demeanor, you could tell he was exceptionally skilled. I never expected him to be such a fast runner; he didn't even pant after several laps!"
Upon hearing this, Shu Ya Zi didn't forget to turn around and retort, "Try being chased by debt collectors and see if you can keep your breath up!"
"He's a thief! Everyone, stop him! There's a big reward for whoever catches him!" Mu Xiaoji shouted.
Shu Ya Zi immediately retorted, "Don't believe him! Look at my cute appearance, do I look like a thief?"
"Still being stubborn!" Mu Xiaoji quickened his pace. "You dare say that ivory fan and jade bracelet are yours?"
Seeing the three chasing each other without any strategy, Jiang Chengyu simply stopped running and stood quietly at the entrance of the top deck, waiting.
Shu Ya Zi ran up to the top floor, panting, muttering, "I just don't understand, it's just an auction, why did they sail the ship to this remote, open sea?"
"This is specifically for dealing with deadbeats like you!" Mu Xiaoji caught up, panting, "Today you won't be able to escape!"
Shuyazi turned around, his face showing an expression that said, "You don't understand." He said, "It's not that I can't fly away, it's that I have wings but dare not fly."
He had barely finished speaking when he turned around and saw Jiang Chengyu standing in front of him. He slammed on the brakes.
He turned and ran towards the fence, forming a triangular standoff with Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji.
Jiang Chengyu looked at him, his voice cold: "Run, why aren't you running anymore?"
Shu Yazi lifted his foot to step over the fence, but when he looked down, the sea was surging beneath his feet.
The deep blue tinged with black instantly gripped him, and a nameless fear seized him.
He chuckled, withdrew his foot, and turned to say, "I mean, are you two really that serious?"
"It's just a fan and a bracelet, is it really necessary for you to chase after this old man like that?"
"Don't move!" Suddenly, a group of men in black swarmed over and pinned Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji to the ground without saying a word.
Andreas's men looked at their boss, only to see him gently shake his head and turn his gaze to Andy Coles—
The others immediately understood and suppressed their urge to act, choosing to remain on the sidelines and watch with their boss.
Andy Colliss caught up and, seeing this, shouted, "Let them go! Don't be rude!"
At this moment, Feng Yan and Feng Zhan, along with Chang Haihe and Chang Miaomiao, walked out from the crowd that automatically made way for them, their eyes fixed intently on the scene.
Teng Zijing and Lu Feng exchanged glances in the crowd, remaining still and waiting for the right opportunity.
In the chaos, Gu Shoucheng had already found the entrance to the mezzanine, but he saw that Andy Coles's men were guarding it tightly, and no matter how chaotic it was outside, they did not move an inch.
He secretly sent a Morse code message to Teng Zijing.
While everyone's attention was focused on the deck, Teng Zijing glanced at the message:
"The guards were tight, and there was no trace of them."
He twitched his fingertips slightly and replied, "Remain still."
On the deck, the wind swept by, carrying a salty, fishy smell. Various forces were secretly plotting their moves, and an even bigger storm seemed to be brewing.
Chang Miaomiao walked gracefully to Feng Zhan's side, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm:
"Oh? Isn't this the famous General Manager Jiang from Kuncheng Zidong International?"
Tsk tsk tsk, how come he has time to accompany Mr. Song's son, Young Master Song Chenxi, to the Hong Kong Governor's Summit to join in the fun?
"Mr. Mu, shall I address you as Mr. Mu, or Young Master Song?"
Feng Yan and Feng Zhan turned to look at her at the same time. Feng Zhan raised an eyebrow slightly: "You mean them? What's their background?"
"The most influential figures in Kunming..."
Chang Haihe added in a deep voice from behind, his tone carrying a deliberate emphasis, clearly indicating that he had heard of these two people before.
On the other side, Andy Coles's face darkened, and he walked a few steps to Jiang Chengyu, who was being pinned to the ground.
His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Fool, I'll say it again, let him go."
The men in black exchanged glances, their eyes all turning to Feng Yan.
Feng Yan pursed his lips and remained silent—if he didn't give in, his subordinates naturally wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.
Andy Coles abruptly turned to look at Feng Yan, his eyes as cold as ice:
"Vice President, what do you mean by this? They are my good friends. Are you trying to harm my people?"
A sinister smile crept across Feng Yan's face. He took two steps forward, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the deck.
“Mr. Andy Coles, I, Feng Yan, have always treated you as an honored guest and have never mistreated you.”
"But you seem quite interested in my people? Otherwise, why haven't you shown any intention of returning them yet?"
Upon hearing this, Andy Colles suddenly smiled slyly and turned to look at his subordinates.
The man understood, stepped forward, took out a cigar, and handed it to Andy Coles, then lit it.
He held it closer to Andy Coles, and silently sucked on it.
With a smug look on his face, he exhaled a smoke ring and asked disdainfully, "Vice President, are you... going to break ties with me?"
So what if things fall apart?
Unable to contain himself, Feng Zhan stepped forward and glared at him angrily, "I refuse to believe that you can cause any trouble on my Sea Shark!"
Before the words were even finished, with a few swift "whoosh" sounds, the foreigners, hidden in the corners of the cabin and in the shadows of the pillars, suddenly appeared—
They were all tall and burly, with fierce-looking faces, and carrying standard-issue weapons.
They instantly occupied all the key positions on the deck, and the dark muzzles of their guns were all pointed at Feng Yan and his brother.
The air on the deck seemed to be sucked out instantly, solidifying into a heavy block of ice.
Everyone instinctively shrank back, their footsteps so light they seemed afraid of shattering the deathly silence.
The guests, who had been discussing the matter, now held their breath, their faces filled with undisguised fear.
Some people quietly gripped the hands of their companions, while others' eyes darted nervously between the two opposing sides and the dark muzzles of guns.
Some people tried to back away, but were blocked by the crowd behind them and could only stand there frozen in place.
The sea breeze seemed to be frightened by the tense atmosphere and suddenly stopped.
The sails, which had been fluttering loudly, now hung limply from the masts, and even the sound of the surging waves seemed to have softened.
Only the occasional soft clanging of metal parts on the weapons remained, sounding particularly jarring in the silence.
Jiang Chengyu was pinned to the ground, and he could clearly feel the subtle vibrations coming from the deck—
That was the roar of the Sea Shark's engine, but it sounded particularly weak at this moment.
He looked up at Mu Xiaoji, who was also looking at him, with no fear in his eyes, only a trace of worry for each other.
Shuyazi stood quietly by the fence, holding the brocade box. The lively energy he had when he was running just now seemed to have been swept away by the sea breeze, leaving only a seemingly timid appearance.
But upon closer inspection, his white beard, gently swaying in the salty sea breeze,
It was more like a touch of nonchalant casualness than a panicked tremor.
His eyelids were lowered, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the brocade box. He seemed intimidated by the confrontation before him, but in reality, his heart remained as steady as a rock.
What others couldn't see was that his fingertips, hidden in his sleeve, were gleaming with a very faint light.
That was a divine power that could open a barrier at any time and take Jiang Mu away. However, the light was fleeting, so fast it was like an illusion.
In this world filled with guns and scheming, his skills are ultimately those of an anomaly.
If we can avoid breaking the rules, let nature take its course! So he was neither in a hurry nor afraid;
Holding only the box, he resembled an old stone statue that appeared frail and aged but was actually full of confidence, quietly waiting for an opportunity that did not require him to reveal his talents.
The shadows of Andy Coles and Feng Yan, locked in a standoff, stretched long in the sunlight, a cold smile playing on one of their lips.
One had a sinister look in their eyes, like two ferocious beasts poised to pounce on each other at a single command.
This sudden standoff, like an invisible net, trapped everyone on this small deck.
Even time seemed to slow down, every second filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Feng Yan, however, maintained a forced smile, as if he hadn't seen the gun barrels:
“Mr. Andy Coles, are you getting angry? I just wanted to take this opportunity to make a deal with you.”
"Bring my person back for me, and I will certainly repay you handsomely—I just haven't found a suitable opportunity these past few days."
As he spoke, his gaze swept meaningfully over Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji, who were being held captive.
His gaze returned to Andy Colles' face, his eyes revealing an undisguised calculation.
"What if I don't give it to you? What can you do to me?" Andy Coles exhaled a puff of smoke.
Smoke swirled around his arrogant profile, casting an indistinct shadow over his face, and his tone was full of arrogance.
Feng Yan was thoroughly enraged, his face flushed red, and he shouted angrily: "Andy Coles!"
You're far too arrogant! Since you're determined to fight to the death, I don't mind accompanying you on a trip to the underworld!
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his subordinate immediately understood, drawing a gleaming dagger.
He yanked Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji up from the ground, pressing the sharp blade tightly against their necks; with just a little force, they would draw blood.
Feng Yan looked at Andy Coles and let out a chilling laugh: "Haha...don't forget;"
We're all on the high seas now! What do you want to do here?
"Just do whatever you want. Even if we all get buried at sea, it's no big deal!"
"Huh? We don't want to die!"
Panic shouts immediately erupted from the crowd; the guests, who had been trying to maintain their composure, were completely thrown into disarray.
They tried to back away, but were blocked by the dense crowd and couldn't move.
"Yes! I have an eighty-year-old mother waiting for me to go back and take care of her!" A middle-aged man's voice trembled with anxiety.
A young girl had already started crying, tears streaming down her cheeks:
"I'm still young, I don't want to die in the sea... I've heard about sea burial..."
The bodies will be devoured by sharks and schools of fish, leaving them unrecognizable—it's too gruesome… I don't want a sea burial!
Fear spread like a plague among the crowd, cries and pleas mingling together.
It forms an eerie contrast with the cold weapons on the deck and the two sides in a standoff.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, rushed in, as if it already brought the scent of death.
Jiang Chengyu felt the chill on his neck, but he didn't struggle. He just quietly turned his head and signaled to Mu Xiaoji to calm down with his eyes.
Mu Xiaoji gritted his teeth, his prosthetic leg exerting slight force on the deck, ready to look for an opportunity at any moment.
Shuyazi, huddled by the fence, tapped the brocade box lightly with his fingertips, and his white beard twitched slightly in the wind.
A sharp glint was flashing in his seemingly cloudy eyes.
Mu Xiaoji gently shook his head, signaling Shu Yazi not to act rashly. There were so many living beings on the ship! They must not cause a bloodbath.