Chapter 4 Taking Advantage

• At those words, Quintus and his two companions were once again taken aback.
• Could it be that the yacht's collision earlier wasn't because it hit some hidden reef but this inexplicably strange man? This is absolutely ridiculous!
• Quintus felt as if he was dreaming. Just as he was about to ask his lackey to slap him awake, the man's gaze had already shifted to him.
• “Hmm? Who are you folks, then? Local fishermen? No, that's not right. Your attire doesn't resemble that of fishermen. And no fisherman I know uses a yacht for fishing. Oh, you even have guns with you?” the man muttered as he approached Quintus.
• “Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!” Quintus roared menacingly with a fierce glare.
• But in reality, he was an utter coward at heart.
• He had no idea what exactly was the man who suddenly emerged from the sea In the dead of night, so he took a step back with each step the man took toward him. His hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
• Finally, he couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer. Regardless of whether this is a human or a ghost, wouldn't firing a shot reveal the truth?
• At that thought, Quintus roared in anger. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, he abruptly sensed a lightness in his hand. To his surprise, the gun had inexplicably disappeared from his grasp.
• He shifted his gaze, only to discover that the man had somehow acquired a large pile of gun parts in hand and dumped them all onto the deck with a clatter.
• “The assembly method of this gun is from Thymion, and it seems to be from the black market from the border. Hah. I've only been gone for three years, and border security has become so lax? The forces in Thymion have grown bold, daring to sell guns here in my absence. It seems I'll have to teach them a lesson when I've got the time!”
• As the man spoke, the man's figure blurred before almost instantly reappearing behind Quintus. He delivered a heavy elbow strike to the center of Quintus' back.
• Spurt!
• Quintus' eyes bulged in shock. A mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs. Then, his head tilted to one side as he collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.
• Upon seeing that, the two lackeys were just about to let out a scream of terror when someone forcefully twisted their necks before they could do so. With chilling snaps, their necks turned at a horrifying angle, and they breathed their last.
• “It's been a long time since I've killed that I'm a bit rusty.”
• The man glanced at the three bodies on the deck, curling his lip as he spoke.
• He looked around and determined the direction, planning to swim to shore. The yacht seemed to have damaged its engine when it hit him. Otherwise, he could have driven it back, saving himself the trouble.
• Just then, a sudden noise sounded from within the ship's cabin.
• The man's brows furrowed, and he stepped into the cabin for a look. Surprisingly, he discovered a disheveled policewoman tied up at the stern. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a sense of anxiety as she stared blankly at the man.
• “Who are you?”
• In the silent cabin, both of them uttered that question in unison.
• The man flashed Eleanor a faint smile and stepped forward to unfasten her ropes. He said, “I'm Chadwick Woolley. Judging by your attire, you must be a police officer, right?”
• “Of course, I'm a police officer. Who on earth are you?” Eleanor asked with a frown, shaking her wrist that had gone swollen from the bondage.
• “I'm Chadwick Woolley. Didn't I just say that?”
• Chadwick wore a puzzled expression. Could this woman possibly have amnesia? I've just introduced myself a moment ago.
• Eleanor was taken aback. Then, she quickly said, “I know your name is Chadwick. I'm asking what you do for a living and why you suddenly appeared on this ship.”
• Chadwick rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly. “I'm quite the swimming enthusiast. I swam nearby and noticed a yacht here, so I thought I'd come aboard for a rest. Little did I know, as soon as I got on, I found three bodies outside and then stumbled upon you in here.”
• “A swimming enthusiast? And three dead bodies?”
• Eleanor's eyebrows furrowed. She immediately pushed Chadwick away and ran out.
• Sure enough, Quintus and his two lackeys lay on the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
• She stepped forward to check on them, a trace of surprise showing on her beautiful face.
• Turning around, she fixed her gaze intently on Chadwick and asked, “Are you certain that these three people were already dead when you boarded the ship?”
• Upon hearing that, Chadwick immediately nodded his head like a bobblehead doll, wearing the most innocent expression imaginable on his face.
• Eleanor studied his face carefully, but she couldn't find a single flaw and could only look away reluctantly.
• When she was in the cabin earlier, she faintly heard voices outside. However, the sound of the waves was too loud, so she couldn't make out who Quintus was talking to. She had even hoped to seize that opportunity to free herself from her ropes, but Chadwick unexpectedly came in.
• Anyway, the most crucial matter at hand wasn't determining how the three men died. Instead, she needed to return to shore swiftly.
• Sometime earlier, she finally understood why Quintus was so brazenly transporting arms.
• The whole affair was, in truth, a ruse designed to be a smokescreen. Its true purpose was merely to serve as a diversion for another matter!
• Following that thought, Eleanor no longer had the time to deal with Chadwick. She rushed to the wheelhouse, only to discover that the yacht's engine had died, and she couldn't get it to start no matter how hard she tried.
• “Don't waste your energy. The yacht was already damaged earlier.” Chadwick leaned against the door, looking at her with a smirk as he spoke.
• “How could this happen?”
• In her urgency, Eleanor pounded a hand on the dashboard, her face brimming with intense anxiety.
• If she couldn't make it back in time to report her findings, the likelihood of the group of people succeeding would be exceedingly high.
• Alas, when she boarded the ship, all her communication devices were forcibly thrown into the sea by Quintus. Now, she didn't even have a phone on her.
• “You're in a hurry to get back?” Chadwick couldn't help asking as he watched Eleanor pace restlessly in the wheelhouse.
• “Duh!” Eleanor glared at the man, who was as calm as ever, saying, “These crooks were transporting arms tonight merely to draw the attention of the police and delay them. Their real objective is actually to... Oh well, even if I explained, you wouldn't understand!”
• Eleanor was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears.
• Chadwick, however, chuckled and said, “Would you believe me if I told you I could take you back?”
• “What did you just say?”
• Joy surged within Eleanor.
• She grabbed Chadwick's arm excitedly and continued in delight, “Really? Then, let's set off quickly! The matter this time is truly crucial. If you help me, I can nominate you for the Medal of Valor for your bravery after this, reward you with a cash reward, and—”
• “Stop!”
• With a raise of his hand, Chadwick silenced her.
• Puzzled, Eleanor glanced at the man, not quite sure what he wanted to say.
• Chadwick, however, flashed her a devilish smile, his gaze lingering on the unbuttoned part of Eleanor's upper body. He licked his lips and said, “I don't want any Medal of Valor or cash reward. All I ask is for you to let me grope you once, and I'll take you back right away.”
• As soon as those words rang out, Eleanor's face turned cold. She quickly covered her chest with her hand and shouted icily, “How dare you take advantage of me, you d*mned scoundrel! I'm going kill you!”