Navigator: I have a double six-story house

Chapter 113 It's a pity it's not the sun.

Lin An made a move.

His figure vanished from Su Qing's sight in an instant.

Almost at the same time, he appeared behind Su Qing.

The speed of a second-tier assassin is far beyond what Su Qing can keep up with now.

The crew members on deck who had just been subdued were immediately impressed; this was Lin An's signature move, Instant Slash!

Countless people have fallen victim to this skill.

Two daggers, reflecting a cold light in the moonlight, pierced Su Qing's lower back with a sharp whistling sound.

Become!

Lin An's lips curled up.

He could almost hear the sound of the dagger piercing flesh and see Su Qing fall.

However, the dagger stopped.

It remained completely still, less than three inches from Su Qing's back.

Lin An was stunned.

What's going on?

He strained his arms, trying to hand the two daggers over, but they remained motionless, as if nailed to the air.

Golden light shone forth.

Two hands, formed entirely of golden light, gripped her wrists tightly.

Immediately afterwards, two tall, illusory figures appeared in front of Lin An.

The one on the left is clad in armor, with an eyepatch over one eye and a cold gaze in the other.

The person on the right has a tall and straight posture, with a cloak embroidered with intricate floral patterns draped over their shoulders.

"snort!"

The phantom of the old general snorted coldly, grabbed Lin An by the wrist, snatched him up, and threw him away.

boom!

Lin An was thrown back to his previous position, rolling twice before he could barely stand.

When he looked up, he saw two tall, golden figures standing behind Su Qing, staring at him with wide, angry eyes.

"Summoning equipment?"

"Where did you get this rare equipment?!"

After asking that question, Lin An's heart began to sink.

The situation is getting increasingly out of control. How could Su Qing possibly be a rookie captain?

I've really gotten myself into big trouble.

His gaze was fixed on the long sword in Su Qing's hand.

The sword gleamed with golden light.

Su Qing, leaning on his sword with his back straight, uttered words that only fueled Lin An's rage: "Don't pry into other people's business."

Lin An's chest heaved violently.

"That's not fair!"

"What kind of one-on-one fight is this?!"

This was his final, impotent rage.

The old general's face showed impatience.

"Hey kid, ignore him, just go for it!"

Su Qing nodded, raised the Otto Claire, its blade shimmering with a golden halo under the cold moonlight.

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Two golden warhorses appeared out of thin air, their bodies entirely transparent gold.

The old general mounted his horse, followed closely by the one-eyed veteran. The two mounted their warhorses and each drew a gleaming spear from behind their backs.

"Rush!"

The warhorse raised its hooves high, then transformed into a golden streak of light, crashing into Lin An.

Although Lin An misjudged Su Qing's situation, he was still at least a second-tier player.

He did a backflip, stood up, and raised his dagger.

The light spear and the dagger collided, sparking a burst of sparks.

Lin An felt his arm go numb, but he still managed to block it.

"That's all you've got!" he panted, the dagger held horizontally in front of him. "Is that all you've got?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Su Qing smile, and the sword in her hand gleamed.

Are you coming again?!

Three cavalrymen appeared this time, dressed in standard armor and wielding identical lights.

Their faces were expressionless, containing only two words.

charge!

Lin An hurriedly parried, and the blade of the dagger cracked during the charge.

But Lin An still managed to block it, relying on his second-tier assassin attributes.

He braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

"That's...that's it?"

He looked up, and then his breath caught in his throat.

He saw that hateful Su Qing, who looked down at him with a contemptuous smile.

Then, the light on the sword shone again.

Lin An was in despair.

The knights wielding light spears reappeared before them, this time there were five of them.

His legs started to feel weak.

But Su Qing didn't let him go, only calling out and charging relentlessly.

Lin An was submerged in the golden tide.

He gritted his teeth and launched a final counterattack.

But it didn't work.

The two daggers in his hands shattered completely in wave after wave of attacks.

One after another, light spears pierced his body, and blood flowed onto the deck of the Sunshine.

Su Qing temporarily stopped summoning, because Lin An was already lying on the floor.

Lin An lay on the ground, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

He suddenly didn't want to move.

If I had known... I wouldn't have come.

When you first met Su Qing, you could have just given her the Gluttony Fragment.

After being punished by the boss, I shouldn't have taken on this job.

But there's no such thing as knowing beforehand in this world.

He always thought of himself as a second-tier assassin, always thought that his crew could crush Su Qing's side, and always thought that victory was in his grasp.

The results of it?

He messed with someone he absolutely couldn't afford to mess with.

"Brother," Lin An said hoarsely, lying on the deck, "how many more people can you summon?"

Su Qing walked up to him, the tip of her sword hanging at her side, looking down at Lin An.

"Not many."

"My sword tells me there are only three hundred left."

Lin An fell completely silent.

He suddenly laughed.

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook, and tears streamed down his face.

Three hundred.

Even if only one-tenth of them rush over, they can still turn him into a sieve.

He struggled to sit up, leaning against the gunwale.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but he could no longer feel the pain.

"Boss," he looked up at the moon, his voice soft, "some people... you really shouldn't mess with."

Su Qing stood in front of him without saying a word.

"Could you..." Lin An raised his head, "I have some intelligence, a lot of information you don't know about."

"Rare and top secret."

Su Qing remained silent.

Lin An waited a few seconds, then nodded.

He got it.

Su Qing and his boss are the same kind of people.

This kind of person will not give the enemy any chance.

He struggled to his feet and dusted himself off.

In his final moments, he wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity.

Around him, his surviving crew members knelt down in a flurry.

"Spare me!"

"We were all forced into this!"

"Boss Su Qing, give me a way out!"

Lin An ignored his former teammates who were kneeling and begging for mercy; everyone has the right to make their own choices.

Although he knew that Su Qing would not let them live.

He walked up to Su Qing.

The moonlight shone on his face, on his face that was pale from blood loss.

He suddenly realized that he had never really looked closely at Su Qing's eyes.

Those eyes were calm, like a deep pool.

But something is burning beneath that pool of water.

Lin An muttered something for no apparent reason.

"Is this... fate?"

He closed his eyes.

"Boss... I tried my best."

Su Qing raised the torch.

The gun was pointed at Lin An's forehead.

Lin An neither dodged nor begged for mercy.

He simply stared at Su Qing, at the dark muzzle of the gun.

He suddenly remembered that morning many years ago when he first went out to sea with his boss.

The sunlight shone on the sea, making it glitter like gold.

Unfortunately, I never saw him again.

"Bang!"

Lin An's body fell straight backward, crashing onto the deck with a dull thud.

His eyes were still open, staring at the moon in the sky.

It's a pity it's not the sun.

Su Qing put down the fire torch and turned around.

The phantoms of the old general and the one-eyed old soldier, along with all the cavalry, were slowly dissipating.

The golden light drifted toward the sword and was reabsorbed by Otto Claire.

The emblem on the sword dimmed.

Wang Yao walked over, squatted down, and checked Lin An's breath.

"She's out of breath."

Su Qing nodded.

Selena walked over from the wheel, glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then at the crew members kneeling on the ground.

"What should we do with these people?"

Su Qing looked at the trembling prisoners.

Twenty-six people.

There are probably eighteen still alive.

They knelt on the deck, their foreheads pressed to the ground, not even daring to lift their heads.

Su Qing waved her hand, and Wang Yao understood.