I became the King of Ryukyu

Zheng Yi stood at the bow of the lead speedboat, holding the lamppost in his hand, squinting at the distant silhouette of the boat.

"They'll spot us when we get within 300 meters," Ishikawa Aya whispered beside him. "Then we'll have no choice but to attack head-on."

Zheng Yi did not answer. He was forming a battle plan in his mind.

Three speedboats, eighteen people. The number of people on the other boat is unknown, but judging from the size of the boat, there are at least fifteen to twenty people, and they are most likely equipped with automatic weapons.

In a head-on confrontation, although his side has more people, they are all peripheral members, and their combat effectiveness is questionable. Although he himself has excellent battlefield combat skills, in the midst of gunfire, flesh and blood are ultimately fragile.

Therefore, he needs some extra help.

He closed his eyes, connected with the game panel with his mind, and issued commands to the little white dragon.

About three nautical miles away in the deep water, a white electric eel more than five meters long floated silently in the darkness. Receiving its master's command, it flicked its tail and swam stealthily toward the shadow ship.

"Get within 500 meters," Zheng Yi ordered.

The speedboat driver hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Yellow Eyebrows, we'll be spotted if we get any closer—"

"I said, get as close as 500 meters."

The driver stopped talking and pressed the accelerator.

The three speedboats, like ghosts in the night, glided at high speed close to the sea surface. When the distance closed to about 500 meters, sure enough, movement came from the shadow boats—several urgent shouts, and then several searchlights lit up on the deck, their white beams sweeping across the sea and quickly locking onto their position.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out.

Bullets whistled across the sea, striking the water around the speedboat and splashing up sprays. Zheng Yi's outer group ducked low, some returning fire, but the darkness and the rocking of the speedboat hampered their accuracy.

Zheng Yi did not move. He stood at the bow of the ship, braving the hail of bullets, his eyes fixed on the shadow ship.

He is waiting.

Wait for the White Dragon to arrive.

Beneath the surface, a white shadow was approaching the hull of the ship at an alarming speed. Its five-meter-long body was almost invisible in the deep water, only occasionally revealed by the churning of water at its tail.

Upon reaching directly beneath the ship's hull, the little white dragon did not rush to attack. It hovered quietly, adjusted its posture, and then...

Release voltage.

A powerful electric current erupted from its body, spreading instantly through the seawater. Although the electrical energy attenuated quickly in seawater, insufficient to directly stun the people on board, its target was not the human body, but the ship's electrical system.

The lights on the shadow ship flickered a few times and then went out.

A sudden surge in high voltage in the power system caused a power outage.

The searchlights went out, the deck lights went out, and the dashboard lights in the wheelhouse went black. The entire ship was plunged into darkness.

The crew member in charge of the circuits grumbled as he went to check the electrical room.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the whispers of the devil.

"Jiang Boyue from Tianshui?"

What is this?

He didn't understand, but his body moved involuntarily.

He picked up the screwdriver-shaped test pen, his face contorted in a menacing grin, and plunged into the pitch-black sea.

Like Don Quixote, the knight rushing towards the windmill.

Then, the sea calmed down, and there was no movement at all.

"Their circuit has short-circuited!" Ishikawa Ayaka realized immediately. Although she didn't know the reason, this was undoubtedly the best opportunity to attack. "Full speed ahead!"

The three speedboats accelerated simultaneously, rushing towards the shadow ship in the darkness.

Zheng Yi gripped the lamppost tightly in his hand.

The first speedboat arrived at the side of the ship first. When it was less than two meters away from the hull, Zheng Yi pushed off the deck with both legs, and his whole body was launched into the air like a cannonball. He grabbed the railing of the ship's side with his right hand, used the momentum to flip, and landed steadily on the deck.

As soon as their feet touched the ground, a dark figure pounced from the front, holding a machete that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Zheng Yi did not dodge.

He stepped forward to meet the blade, the lamppost snapping upwards. The edge of the flange struck the man's chin with pinpoint accuracy. The force of the impact at this angle would be transmitted directly to the brainstem, causing a momentary interruption of consciousness and motor function.

Click.

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

The shadowy figure's eyes went glazed over instantly, and his body slumped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, the machete clattering onto the deck. His chin lolled at an unnatural angle, dark red blood and broken teeth gushing from his mouth.

Zheng Yi didn't give it another glance and continued forward.

More enemies poured out of the ship's hold. Some carried shotguns, others held machetes, and still others clutched steel pipes and harpoons. They shouted in the darkness, calling to each other in Spanish and Tagalog.

Zheng Yi took a deep breath, swung the lamppost into a dark shadow, and charged forward.

Before the first opponent could even aim his shotgun, Zheng Yi's lamppost swept across. The flange slammed heavily into the man's temple—a dull thud, like a hammer striking a ripe watermelon. The man's eyes bulged, his body flew half a meter to the side, crashing into the bulkhead and sliding down, leaving a dark red scratch.

The second opponent swung a machete at him. Zheng Yi dodged the blade to the side, and at the same time, thrust out a lamppost with his other hand, the end of which went straight into the opponent's throat. The man let out a muffled gasp, clutched his neck with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Zheng Yi was like a tiger among sheep, his lampposts stirring up a storm of blood on the narrow deck. His fighting style had no fancy techniques whatsoever; it was simply fast, accurate, and ruthless. Every strike went straight for vital points: temples, throat, solar plexus, knees, and groin.

The length and weight of the lamppost gave it an absolute advantage in this close-quarters melee, and every swing was accompanied by cracking bones and screams.

Bullets occasionally whizzed past his ears, the scorching air brushing against his skin, but he paid no heed. In the darkness and chaos, his opponent's accuracy was hardly better than his own, and he had grown accustomed to the rhythm of walking the line between life and death.

The hundreds of deaths he experienced in the Gaoliang River taught him one thing: those who are afraid of death die the fastest.

Ishikawa Aya followed closely behind; her marksmanship was clearly professionally trained. Each raised hand produced a crisp gunshot, and every shot hit its target precisely.

Between her eyebrows, on her chest, and on her shoulders, she hardly wasted a single bullet. Her firing intervals were stable and efficient, demonstrating exceptional mental fortitude and muscle memory.

The peripheral members also boarded the ship one after another, and a melee broke out on the deck. The sounds of clashing metal, gunshots, screams, and curses mingled together and carried far into the night sky.

But Zheng Yi knew that continuing to fight like this was not a solution.

The opposing team has a numerical advantage and stronger firepower.

Although he and Ishikawa Aya's individual combat strength far exceeded that of these ordinary drug dealers, once the other side recovered from the initial chaos and organized an effective defense, their casualties would rise sharply.

He had already seen two peripheral members lying in pools of blood.

Zheng Yi didn't care about the lives or deaths of these criminal gang henchmen, but he was very interested in successfully becoming a full member of the organization.