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"Approaching the outer reefs of Wanzhou Island at full speed!"

The eagle's urgent cry echoed in the miniature earpiece.

Chen Yuan held the white porcelain bowl with unwavering stability, not spilling a single drop of hot porridge.

He picked up a white porcelain spoon and gently stirred the thick rice grains.

"Understood." His voice was very low, perfectly masked by the sound of the waves.

Shen Wanzhou sat in front of the island counter, holding a warm glass of water in both hands.

She groggily looked up, stray hairs brushing against her cheek: "Honey, who are you talking to?"

Chen Yuan pushed the porcelain bowl filled with seafood porridge in front of her.

The rim of the bowl tapped softly on the wooden marble tabletop.

The coldness at the corner of his mouth vanished instantly, and a gentle light appeared in his eyes: "I wasn't with anyone. Wife, eat first. I'm going to catch some big crabs on the reef ahead for lunch."

Shen Wanzhou picked up a spoon, scooped up a piece of pink shrimp meat, and put it in her mouth.

The fresh and sweet flavor explodes on the tip of the tongue, without any off-flavors from the scallions.

"Don't stay too long, the water's getting cold," she mumbled indistinctly.

"it is good."

Chen Yuan turned around, pulled off the black quick-drying towel draped over the back of the chair, and wiped his hands.

The moment he stepped out of the villa, the gentle, domestic demeanor he exuded vanished completely.

Instead, it is the murderous aura of Asura forged in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the dark web.

He was shirtless, with black military quick-drying shorts clinging to his tight, narrow waist.

With his right hand, he reached into the drawer of the umbrella stand behind the door and pulled out the all-black "Mad Dog" tactical knife.

The Caribbean sun is intense, scorching your feet on the white sand.

Chen Yuan walked quickly, his long legs leaving a trail of footprints of uniform depth on the sand.

Three nautical miles ahead, three barely visible black dots appeared on the sea surface.

Those were heavily armed speedboats driven by remnants of the Blackwater gang, flanking them at full speed in a triangular formation.

The roar of the motor had not yet reached the island, but Chen Yuan could already feel the faint vibrations transmitted from the seawater.

He walked to the shallow water, which was above his knees, and took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze.

The lungs and chest cavity are prominently bulging, and the firm abdominal muscles are outlined with chiseled lines.

"Splash!"

With a sudden plunge, Chen Yuan plunged headfirst into the deep blue sea.

There was no oxygen tank, no fins, and not even the most basic diving mask.

The underwater world is dark and cold.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, his dark pupils instantly adapting to the light refraction from the seabed.

With a powerful push of his legs, his body, like a black torpedo launched from its barrel, silently slid towards the open sea, skimming along the jagged reefs.

The water pressure continued to squeeze his eardrums as he went deeper.

But he didn't even frown.

The dull roar of propellers churning the seawater grew closer overhead.

Three speedboats have entered the shallow reef area.

Chen Yuan hovered ten meters underwater.

He looked up at the huge shadow that had passed overhead. It was the composite material hull of the first speedboat.

The thigh muscles tensed instantly, unleashing an inhuman pushing force.

Chen Yuan shot upwards like a deep-sea tyrannosaurus.

The tactical knife is held in reverse grip in the right hand.

When he was half a meter from the bottom of the boat, he used his waist and abdomen to perform a sharp turn in the water.

"Sizzle—"

The high-carbon steel blade of the Mad Dog Saber pierced through the composite armor at the bottom of the speedboat without any resistance.

Rotate your wrist.

The blade ripped a hole 20 centimeters in diameter into the bottom of the boat.

The icy seawater seemed to have found an outlet, and poured in frantically.

A muffled static came from above.

Those were the hurried footsteps of mercenaries on the metal deck after they discovered the ship was flooded.

Chen Yuan did not linger.

He pushed off with both feet against the bottom of the flooded speedboat, using the momentum to propel himself toward a second speedboat more than ten meters away.

Two minutes have passed since I held my breath.

Chen Yuan's face showed no sign of being suffocated and his movements remained so fast that they left afterimages.

The second speedboat is right in front of us.

This time he didn't even use a knife.

With his left hand, he gripped the protruding drain pipe at the bottom of the speedboat like iron clamps, stabilizing his position.

The right hand is clenched into a fist, with the middle finger bone protruding.

The Bajiquan inch punch, a traditional Chinese martial art, is unleashed underwater without reservation.

"Click."

A dull cracking sound carried on the water's flow.

He smashed the external drive shaft at the stern of the speedboat with a single punch.

The propeller, having lost power, jammed instantly, and the speedboat spun violently on the sea before crashing into a nearby reef.

The third speedboat sensed something was wrong; its engine roared and it tried to turn around.

Chen Yuanfu, two meters underwater, coldly observed the chaotic shadows above.

He swam directly beneath the third speedboat, and drew his saber once more.

Following the direction of the oil pipeline, a one-meter-long gap was precisely cut.

three minutes.

Not a single gunshot rang out on the sea.

The Blackwater remnants didn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy before their prized heavy-firepowered speedboats turned into three steel coffins sinking rapidly.

The currents in the reef area are rapid.

The massive whirlpool created by the sunken ship swept several mercenaries who attempted to escape into the deep sea.

The heavy tactical vests became their death warrant.

Chen Yuan watched as several struggling figures sank before his eyes, then coldly withdrew his gaze.

Anyone who dares to come within ten nautical miles of his wife with a gun doesn't deserve to breathe the air of this planet.

The oxygen in my lungs is about to run out.

Chen Yuan turned and swam towards the rocky area.

In the crevice between two huge black rocks, he saw two dark red shadows waving pincers.

They were two wild king crabs, each as big as a washbasin.

Chen Yuan swam over, reached out with both hands, and precisely pinched the crab's shell on its back.

The two giant crabs struggled desperately, but they couldn't budge those iron hands at all.

"Splash!"

Chen Yuan emerged from the water.

The sunlight shone on his face again, and he took deep breaths of the fresh air.

Shaking his dripping short hair, Chen Yuan carried two king crabs that were still blowing bubbles and waded through waist-deep water onto the beach.

In the distant deep sea, only a few faint bubbles remained, with no trace of the speedboat.

On the white sand beach.

Under a huge parasol, a moisture-proof mat was laid out.

Three-and-a-half-year-old Chen Nianshen sat cross-legged on it.

He was wearing a black one-piece sun protection suit, and a pair of blue light blocking glasses that didn't suit his age were perched on his nose.

On her small knees rested a specially made, thickened, drop-proof tablet computer.

Chen Yuan walked barefoot on the fine sand.

Water droplets slid down his abdominal muscles, splashing onto the sand and spreading into dark patches.

He threw the two king crabs into the red plastic bucket next to him.

The plastic made a dull "thump" sound when they collided.

Chen Nian Shen looked up from the tablet screen.

The three-and-a-half-year-old boy's facial features already hinted at Chen Yuan's cold and hard nature.

He twitched his little nose, as if trying to catch something in the air.

The clear, childlike voice carried a hint of seriousness beyond its years.

"dad."

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He casually picked up a dry towel from the table and absentmindedly dried his wet hair: "What's wrong?"

Chen Nianshen stretched out her chubby short finger and pointed to the crabs wriggling in the plastic bucket.

Why does the crab smell like gunpowder?

Chen Yuan paused for a moment while drying his hair.

Water droplets slid down his cheek and into the hollow of his collarbone.

He didn't speak, but a hint of admiration for his son flashed in his deep eyes.

Chen Nianshen didn't wait for his reply and looked down at her tablet.

On the screen, instead of cartoons or children's flashcards, there were circles of green radar waves that were spreading out in a regular pattern.

The center point of the band is Wanzhou Island, where they are located.

In the upper right corner of the screen, there is a flashing red dot.

The little guy frowned and his fair fingers tapped the screen twice quickly.

A long string of scrolling, complex data codes instantly filled the screen.

He raised his head, his dark pupils staring directly at Chen Yuan.

The child's tender voice could be clearly heard in the sea breeze.

"And my radar shows that there's another satellite scanning us."