**Chapter 50: Cruise Ship Sightings**
"This ship is quite interesting?!"
Tang Song was lazily sunbathing, his Divine Sense sweeping across the luxurious cruise ship. A playful expression appeared on his face behind his sunglasses.
He "saw" some interesting people on this luxurious cruise ship.
"What did you say?"
The woman lying on the beach chair next to Tang Song lifted her head, seemingly not having heard him clearly, and asked.
The woman was completely naked except for a white bikini set. The three pieces of fabric covered only her private parts, the semi-concealment exuding infinite charm.
Her wheat-colored skin accentuated her charming and heroic face, and her slightly thicker red lips added a touch more allure.
"I'm watching what they're doing. They seem quite agitated!"
Tang Song rested his arms behind his head and lazily pointed his chin towards a group of agitated people not far away.
This luxurious cruise ship offered a seven-day trip from the Federation to Italy. A standard ticket cost two thousand US Dollars.
For a VVIP in a presidential suite like Tang Song, the ticket price was as high as two hundred thousand.
You get what you pay for; the enjoyment for the money spent was naturally different.
The observation deck where Tang Song was located was the best area on the entire cruise ship, offering a view of most of the sea surrounding the ship. With a slight lean, one could also see the azure swimming pool and the bikini-clad beauties playing in it.
On a corner of the deck below him, a group of white people and a few Asians seemed to be in conflict. What started as quiet arguing gradually escalated into pushing and shoving.
Several crew members stood between the two groups, arms outstretched, trying their best to maintain order.
"They're betting on the game. The Germans lost their bets, and those people from Japan are mocking them!"
The bikini-clad beauty bit the straw and sucked the white juice from a coconut, glanced below, and pouted.
"A bunch of gamblers!"
Tang Song looked at the beauty with slight surprise: "You can read lips?"
"As a Bodyguard, isn't it normal to know a little lip reading?" The beauty rolled her eyes at Tang Song in annoyance, stretched out her long, fair arms, and yawned, (making her figure appear even more curvaceous).
Tang Song unceremoniously appraised the Bodyguard's hot and attractive figure before him.
"Had enough?" The beauty rolled her eyes at Tang Song in annoyance.
"Let's get this straight beforehand. I don't know your identity. If you have any enemies, tell me in advance so I can prepare. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be responsible!"
Tang Song smiled: "No enemies for now, relax. Sloan sent you here just to give me a guarantee!"
"I don't need a woman to protect me!"
A guarantee? The beauty looked at Tang Song with some confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
As a top assassin from the Brotherhood of Assassins, she didn't understand why the Leader suddenly changed plans and sent her to protect an Asian businessman.
Wasn't her target the traitor Cross?
Although the Leader told her it was all God's will, not being able to confront Cross, the former top expert, inevitably left Fox feeling a bit disappointed.
Tang Song had no interest in guessing the inner thoughts of a "hostage." He half-closed his eyes, but his Divine Sense never left "that person" he had just seen! The Divine Sense condensed by cultivators was very similar to what this world understood as Spirit.
Transcendent and Mutant in this world could use Spirit to control fire, ice, plants, metal, and manipulate objects.
These were simple uses of Spirit. In the Jambudvīpa World, the use of Divine Sense could be seen as the eyes and hands of a cultivator.
The range covered by Divine Sense was the range a cultivator could see and perceive.
In scientific terms, it could be called Mental Scan.
The distance a cultivator could see depended on their cultivation level. Buddhists often said that the Buddha's eye could see three thousand great worlds, which was because the Buddha's cultivation was so high that he could truly see the entire Jambudvīpa World as clearly as lines in his palm.
With Tang Song's current Divine Sense, if he truly wanted to see, the entire cruise ship was within his range.
Down on the deck, the sound of arguing grew louder. One bearded white man in a plaid shirt seemed to explode in emotion and directly flipped over the railing.
"Splash!"
A sound of falling into the water rang out, followed by countless exclamations: "Look, someone jumped off the ship..."
"Oh my god, a passenger fell into the water, quickly organize a rescue."
...
The noisy sounds attracted many people to lean over and watch. On the second-floor deck, a tall old man in a gray Suit merely glanced down before calmly continuing to drink his Coffee.
"The inherent evil of Human nature. They are always dominated by desire. Only through continuous evolution can Humans escape this predicament. Mutants are the future of humanity!"
The burly man standing behind the old man seemed not to hear his words. With his long, flowing hair, he acted as a Bodyguard with an air of arrogance.
The old man, however, was used to it. He picked up a Newspaper from the table and began to read.
The headline on the front page made his heart clench: Germany VS Japan World Cup Match: Lost 1:2 to Japan.
"*%^$&+" The old man muttered a rural slang phrase under his breath.
He couldn't understand how the self-proclaimed Germans could lose to a few Japanese shorties.
He had bet a lot of Money on Germany winning.
Unlike his old friend, who was a super-rich second generation, living in a mansion, and could support a school with his family's savings.
His Money was hard-earned. Recently, the Brotherhood's finances were tight, and he had to make some investments.
Uh, this World Cup football match was one of his investments.
He placed a heavy bet on Germany winning.
"There's definitely something fishy going on here!" The old man angrily slammed the Newspaper onto the table.
The metal screws around him subtly trembled towards him.
Buzz buzz...
Tang Song felt the Vibration of the two Sword Pills in his pocket. He reached out and pinched the two Sword Pills.
He circulated his True Essence, firmly locking down the aura leaking from the two Sword Pills.
Truly a blessed talent. His body was as frail as an ordinary person's.
But this ability to control metal was in some ways not inferior to some Innate Divine Ability.
Feeling the needle-like fine Sword Energy bursting from the Sword Pills at his fingertips,
Tang Song looked at the old man downstairs and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In the Jambudvīpa World, some Demonic Creature would awaken their Innate Divine Ability after cultivating into Human form.
But usually, they were just minor Magic Arts, like the strength of an Ox Demon, or the... *that* of a Donkey Demon.
The most magical thing Tang Song had seen was a Siberian Solomon's Seal that became a Demonic Creature and possessed a very strange Earth Escape Technique.
However, like the old man below, who could affect his Sword Pills just by his aura.
Unless it was the Primordial Magnetic Escape Technique of the Minor North Pole Sleepless Sect, which inherently countered all Five Element Metal Artifacts.
And this old man was clearly an ordinary person, yet merely by developing his Mutant Ability, he achieved abilities comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. This talent was truly terrifying.
However, his Sword Pills were not just products of accumulated metal.
Tang Song rubbed his fingers, drawing out a Spiritual Radiance, which isolated Magneto's influence on the Sword Pills.
Magneto, the Leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the famous polar opposite among Mutants, how could he be here! Tang Song's eyes flickered.
He looked down and met a pair of fierce, yellowish beast eyes, like those of a fierce tiger.
Tang Song raised his wine glass and smiled at the burly man with shoulder-length hair.
"Sniff sniff"
Sabretooth's nostrils twitched a few times. His pupils contracted as he looked at Tang Song, like a fierce tiger in the mountains encountering a beast that could threaten it.
His arms hung at his sides, and the sharp nails on his hands grew rapidly, like sharp short Swords.
Seemingly noticing Sabretooth's abnormality, Magneto raised his head and looked up at the observation deck.
There was only a circle of empty sun loungers there.
...
"Boss!"
At this moment, Skye, wearing a bathrobe, came out of the presidential suite door onto the observation deck, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled directly into Tang Song's arms.
After boarding the Cruise Ship yesterday, the waves were choppy, and Tang Song was in high spirits, got a bit carried away. Skye still felt sore and weak in her limbs.
Tang Song held Skye and began to wander aimlessly around the luxurious Cruise Ship.
The most luxurious Cruise Ships lacked no entertainment facilities, from private cinemas, Dance Floors, to DJ nightclubs, the finest restaurants, luxury shops, everything was available, truly a mobile small town at sea.
Tang Song and Skye had just walked out of a dessert shop.
A young man in a sky-blue uniform with several gold stripes embroidered on his cuffs and a handsome face tried to approach the two.
A German Men following behind Tang Song stepped forward and blocked him. Seeing the big man reach inside his jacket,
The crew member quickly raised his hands: "Sir, I have no ill intentions, I just want to introduce you to some fun things on this ship!" Tang Song waved his hand, signaling his Bodyguard to let the crew member approach.
"Hello, esteemed guest. There is an entertainment room downstairs, exclusively for Important Figures like you to relax. Are you interested?"
The young crew member walked up to Tang Song, bowed slightly, and said softly.
"Entertainment room, Casino?" Tang Song's tone was flat, seemingly unsurprised.
Large luxurious Cruise Ships were basically linked to gambling ships.
Once the ship reached International Waters, it was a matter of what happens in International Waters stays there, where the law turns a blind eye.
Tang Song himself ran a Casino, but he had no interest in gambling.
The young crew member seemed to sense Tang Song's lack of interest in gambling. He continued in a low voice: "Sir, we also have a boxing ring here. If you are interested in boxing matches, we have organized a match tonight!"
Boxing matches, underground black boxing. Tang Song became a little interested.
In New York, he had taken over an underground boxing ring from The Hand. It was arguably the largest and most profitable boxing ring in Brooklyn.
According to Lane, the Business had been good since taking over, but Tang Song had never personally visited.
"Besides these entertainment activities, are there any other activities on your ship?"
Tang Song remembered seeing Magneto on the deck and suddenly became curious about what on the ship could attract this polar opposite Mutant to come personally.
The young crew member looked left and right and whispered secretively: "Esteemed guest, in three days, the ship will hold an auction in International Waters. It is said that some truly good things will be auctioned!"
The young crew member's voice carried regret: "However, it is said that only Important Figures with invitations can attend this auction..."
Truly good things? Tang Song became interested. Seeing the young crew member's hesitant expression, he raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Can you get an invitation?"
"The Captain is said to have a few, but..."
The young crew member made a universally understood gesture.
"How much?" Tang Song asked directly.
The young crew member said softly: "One million US Dollars per invitation! If you are interested..."
...
As night fell, after tasting the black pepper Steak cooked by the Italian chef, the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies began their nightlife.
Some were dancing, some were swimming, some were playing games, and some were gambling. Of course, there were also those who found a secluded corner for a quick tryst. Anyway, they were all travelers; after tonight, who would recognize whom?
As for a small group of about a hundred guests, they were secretly led by the crew to a Secret Room in the ship's bottom hold, a large space thirty meters long and twenty meters wide. In the center was a ten-meter by ten-meter ring surrounded by barbed wire. A small Hole, just big enough for a person to crawl through, was opened in one corner of the barbed wire. This was to ensure the safety of the attending guests. If they were hit by a punch from a crazed boxer, the Cruise Ship could not afford the responsibility.
The first fight took two minutes. A white boxer delivered a side kick that completely caved in the chest of a boxer who seemed to be from India. The Corpse flew over five meters and hung on the ten-centimeter-long barbs of the wire mesh.
The nearby audience cheered wildly. Several large fat men roared repeatedly: "Exciting, exciting, my dear, I love you... Great, kill your opponent, great."
It seemed they had bet heavily on this white boxer.
The winning boxer crawled out of the cage like a dog, accepting congratulations from his agent with a blank expression.
As for the boxer who died, his Corpse was hoisted up with a rope, and his agent showed no sign of sadness, merely discussing something with the organizer and another crew member in the corner.
Tang Song watched all this indifferently, watching those ladies who usually possessed infinite elegance and noble grace, now screaming like crazed shrews, not caring that their jewelry and hair ornaments were completely disheveled.
In the second match, two lean Asian men entered the ring. Quickly, in seventeen seconds, one of the slightly shorter boxers had his right leg bone broken by a kick, and the match ended.
Several guys yelled: "Damn it, you bastard, kill him, kill him, kill this losing dog." The noble ladies and madams beside them burst into laughter, as if the boxer struggling on the ground was truly like a dog.
A fat man threw away his invalidated betting slip and suddenly roared: "Damn it, kill this dog that made us lose Money, damn it, I'll pay five hundred thousand US Dollars, kill him, kill him, kill him..."
Almost all the audience shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."
Cash rained down into the cage like raindrops.
The agents of the two boxers in the ring looked at each other, quickly exchanged glances, and gave a fierce thumbs-down gesture to the winning boxer in the ring.
The winning boxer darted forward to the person on the ground, delivered a flying kick, and with a 'crack', broke his neck.
A plump lady nearby slightly closed her eyes, making sounds of 'oh, oh, oh, oh', having been stimulated to climax by the bloody scene.
Seeing this scene, Skye seemed frightened and shrank into Tang Song's arms.
Fox, who was following behind the two, also frowned at the bloody scene.
She had killed more people than everyone in this fighting arena combined, but she was used to using Guns to deliver God's judgment, not this kind of meaningless torture to death.
"These are the elites of society? This is the so-called upper class?"
Tang Song said solemnly: "It's just Money that creates a heaven and hell difference between them and thugs and prostitutes. If they didn't have Money, they would become thugs and prostitutes for a living. In their bones, they're all the same."
After a few matches, Tang Song had seen enough. These boxers had no technical skill. The organizers relied on the gimmick of bloody underground boxing matches to fleece these wealthy gamblers.
Tang Song pulled Skye back to the Cruise Ship suite...
...
While Tang Song was indulging in pleasure, elsewhere.
New York, Hell's Kitchen, a luxury apartment. Several Mercedes cars were parked in front of the apartment building.
In the center of the convoy, Kingpin, leaning on his Cane and smoking a Cigar, got out of the car and looked up at the lights in the apartment building.
"Boss, the person is in the building. They haven't left the room since returning from the law firm!"
A Subordinate responsible for surveillance walked up to Kingpin and reported the situation.
"Arrest them! I want them alive!" Kingpin took a deep puff of his Cigar. The burning tip of the Cigar was like a scarlet Demon's eye in the dark night.
With Kingpin's command, over a dozen Gunman swaggered into the apartment building's entrance. Seeing the Submachine Guns and Rifle in the hands of these burly men,
The two apartment security guards instinctively glanced at the old Shotgun under the table and decisively retreated to the side, covering their heads.
Capture that blind lawyer and interrogate him about the person behind him.
Kingpin smoked his Cigar, like a giant from Hell in the dark night.
Arresting someone was a minor matter that could usually be handled by any Subordinate. Kingpin coming personally was to show certain people the importance he placed on this matter.
Admittedly, the FBI couldn't scare him, but the major financial groups behind the Federal Reserve were a big trouble, even Kingpin didn't want to provoke them.
Unlike puppet presidents who changed every few years, those few financial groups were the true masters of the Federation's lifeline.
Someone had a message conveyed to Kingpin through the Councillors he was cooperating with: cut off the source of the Super US Dollar, and Kingpin's long-sought position as a Senator would be a sure thing.
Moreover, Kingpin had a hidden agenda. If he mastered that counterfeit Money technology, even if he couldn't print US Dollars, printing British Pounds or Euros would be a highly profitable Business.
In New York, a place where heaven and Hell coexist, only profit and Money are the true eternal truths.
But before that, Kingpin first needed to deal with this witness who had sued him.
Boom! Kingpin was smoking his Cigar when he suddenly felt a violent Vibration overhead, followed by a loud explosion.
Glass shards rained down like raindrops. Kingpin flashed aside, his mountain-like physique as agile as a wild boar in the mountains, displaying a Speed completely inconsistent with his size. He quickly dodged behind his bulletproof car.
"What's going on?"
Kingpin gripped his Cane tightly, a trace of shock and anger flashing across his fierce face. His gaze locked onto the upper floors.
In the upper half of the apartment building, the Glass of half the building was shattered. Several rooms on the twentieth floor were engulfed in flames.
And at this time, less than five minutes had passed since his group of Gunman went upstairs.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz...
Just as Kingpin was about to call his Subordinates to go upstairs and check, his phone rang.
"Boss, something's happened! Two Money exchanges have been robbed!"
A flustered voice came from the Phone Number. Kingpin's pupils slightly contracted, and his breathing suddenly intensified.
"What did you say?" Kingpin's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Boss, Money exchanges No. 3 and No. 6 have been robbed! All the Money has been stolen! We..."
Crack! Before the Subordinate could finish, Kingpin threw his Mobile Phone, smashing it to pieces.
"Go, back!"
Glancing at the exploding apartment building, Kingpin tried to calm himself down and said coldly.
...
"Who are you people? Do you know whose place this is? Do you know whose Money this is?"
Inside the not-so-small Money exchange, over a dozen Gunman lay dead on the spot. They were shot either in the center of the forehead or the left chest, Blood flowing everywhere.
A group of fully armed Soldier were quickly packing US Dollars into large suitcases.
A bald man with a scorpion tattoo on his head struggled to get up. Frank walked forward and stabbed him through with a dagger.
"Hurry up, we don't have much time!"
Frank clamped the blade with his arm, wiped the Blood off the blade, and looked at the timer on his wrist.
(End of this chapter)