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Luo Fei stood on the deck, his gaze fixed on the patrol ships.

The three ships spread out in a fan shape, their bows churning white waves as they maintained high speed and steadily approached the two Chinese fishing boats side by side.

Luo Fei noticed that several people on the nearest patrol boat were walking towards the ship's side. They were wearing dark blue uniforms and helmets, and some of them had raised their guns.

The black gun barrel gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its muzzle pointed at the fishermen.

Luo Fei did not hesitate any longer.

His body was lifted into the air from the deck.

Captain Sun was in the bridge talking to Lao Wu on the walkie-talkie when he caught a glimpse of something moving outside the window. He turned his head and saw that Luo Fei had already risen into the air, hovering above the sea without any ropes or support.

The walkie-talkie slipped from Captain Sun's hand and hit the deck with a dull thud.

His mouth was open, his eyes were wide open, and he was frozen in place, completely still.

Ah-Jie was tidying up the beverage crates at the stern of the boat when he looked up and the crate in his hand fell to the ground, scattering beverage bottles all over the floor without him noticing.

Old Li poked his head out of the kitchen, followed A-Jie's gaze upwards, and the kitchen knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

Xiao Lin and Xiao Wang stood at the cabin door, both of them stunned.

They knew Luo Fei was no ordinary person—Old Wu had instructed them when assigning the task to protect his parents and not to worry about or ask about anything else.

But they didn't expect it to be this "unusual".

A person, without any external assistance, simply flew into the air, rising higher and higher, farther and farther, heading towards the patrol ships.

Captain Sun was the first to react.

He bent down to pick up the walkie-talkie, his fingers trembling, but his voice remained steady: "Report, Mr. Luo... he's flown away."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie before Old Wu's voice came through: "Understood. Don't panic, protect his parents. Don't worry about anything else, don't ask questions, and don't take notes."

Captain Sun took a deep breath and said, "Understood."

He put down the walkie-talkie, turned and walked out of the bridge, stood on the deck, looked up at the increasingly smaller black dot in the sky, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing, he just turned around and walked to the cabin door.

Luo Fei ascended to the ground beneath a white cloud, his gaze falling upon the patrol vessel closest to the fishing boat.

The men at the bow of the boat were still holding guns, with the muzzles pointed at the fishing boat.

Luo Fei raised his right hand, palm up, fingers spread.

The air began to move, not by wind, but by a high-speed rotating airflow that started above his palm and spread out in circles, spinning faster and faster, and growing larger and larger.

The air currents stirred the clouds above, tearing a hole in the white cloud, and sunlight poured down through the hole like a spotlight.

Soon, a disc more than two meters in diameter took shape above his palm. It spun rapidly, its edges as sharp as blades, emitting a buzzing sound.

Luo Fei glanced down at the patrol boat. The people on board were still busy; some were using megaphones to shout messages, some were aiming their guns, and some were preparing to board.

No one looked up at the sky.

The sun was directly overhead, its rays blinding them. They couldn't see the torn cloud, nor the person suspended in mid-air beneath it.

Luo Fei flicked his right hand downwards, and the disc flew out of his hand, buzzing as it descended at an incredible speed.

The disc, over two meters long, spun rapidly like a giant flywheel, heading towards the nearest patrol ship.

As it approached the ship, the disc split into ten smaller discs, which cut into the ship from different angles.

The first disc cut into the bow deck as easily as a knife cutting tofu, leaving a clean slit in the deck with the steel plate's edge as smooth as a mirror.

The second one cut into the ship's side, the third into the bridge, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth—ten discs moved at high speed on the ship, cutting into everything they touched.

There was no explosion, no flash of light, only the faint hissing sound of metal being cut.

The steel plates were torn apart like paper, and the keel was cut like chopsticks, as if an invisible knife was slicing the ship into pieces.

The people on the ship didn't have time to react. Some people had just raised their heads when their bodies were sliced ​​open, the cuts as clean as if they had been made with a laser. There were no screams, only the dull thud of their bodies falling to the ground.

Someone tried to jump into the sea, but as soon as their foot stepped out, their leg left their body, and they plunged into the water, instantly turning the seawater red. Someone picked up a gun to shoot, but didn't know where to aim.

Luo Fei stood below the clouds, his right hand moving slightly as he manipulated the ten discs to cut back and forth.

His expression was calm, as if he were chopping vegetables or mowing grass.

Watching the ships being dismantled, flattened, and cut into pieces bit by bit.

Steel plates, equipment, weapons, people—everything becomes incredibly fragile in the face of those high-speed rotating discs, like sandcastles that crumble under the waves.

From the moment the patrol ship was hit to the moment it disintegrated into pieces, less than ten seconds passed, and no one could see exactly how many times it was cut back and forth.

The ship's hull was cut into pieces of all sizes, floating on the sea. The steel plates were twisted, the wires were exposed, and oil gushed from the broken pipes, spreading a colorful film on the sea surface.

The Japanese flag on the ship was cut into pieces; some floated on the water, while others sank into the sea.

After cutting up the first ship, the ten discs converged back into one and flew towards the second ship under Luo Fei's control.

The crew on the second patrol vessel had already noticed something was wrong. They saw the first ship disintegrate and sink within seconds, saw the floating debris and oil slicks on the surface of the sea, and saw the seawater stained red with blood.

Some people screamed and ran into the cabin, some jumped into the sea and swam desperately to get out of the water, and some knelt on the deck and kowtowed.

Like the first one, it split into ten discs at the moment of contact, simultaneously cutting into different parts of the ship, like a group of piranhas pouncing on their prey, tearing, cutting, and crushing.

The second patrol vessel soon turned into a pile of floating debris as well.

Upon seeing this, the third ship began preparing to turn.

The bow turned around, the engine revved to full speed, and it attempted to escape the area.

The people on the ship were shouting in terror, and some were desperately calling out into the radio, their voices trembling with sobs.

After cutting and merging the discs of the second ship, it swept across the sea at a speed like a streak of light.

It did not split again, but cut in from the stern and advanced along the ship's centerline, cutting through the deck, bridge, and bow in one stroke.

The ship was split in two, like a piece of firewood that had been split open. The two halves of the ship tilted to the sides, and seawater rushed in through the cracks, swallowing everything on board.

People, weapons, equipment, and flags all sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving only a large area of ​​floating debris and oil slicks that slowly spread across the surface.

The three patrol ships, from the first strike to the last, took less than a minute.

The sea returned to calm, with only the sound of waves crashing against the debris and the screams of fishermen on the two fishing boats in the distance.

Several older fishermen stood at the bow of the boat, mouths agape, their cigarettes falling onto the deck without him noticing.

He saw the light descend from the sky, then multiply into several beams, moving back and forth like shuttles on a loom, shuttling between the gray-white ships.

Then the ship shattered, like a cookie being crushed by an invisible giant hand, breaking into hundreds and thousands of pieces and sinking into the sea.

The young fisherman next to him was trembling, holding onto the gunwale for support. His lips quivered as he said, "Uncle, did you see that just now? It looked like something in the sky..."

The old fisherman didn't answer. He looked up at the sky, where a hole had been torn in the clouds, and sunlight poured down through it, shining on the sea, on the floating debris, and on their faces.

He looked for a long time, but saw nothing.

The opening slowly closed, the clouds gathered again, the sunlight was blocked, and the sea darkened.

He lowered his head, took out his phone, and tried to make a call, but his fingers were shaking so badly that he couldn't press the number correctly no matter how many times he tried.

Just then, the ship's radio crackled, with static and electrical noise, but it was still audible.

"Zheyu 4399, Zheyu 9527, this is the China Coast Guard. We are en route to your area. Please remain where you are. Repeat, please remain where you are."

The old fisherman put down his cell phone, picked up the cordless phone receiver, his fingers still trembling, but his voice was much steadyer: "Received, received. We'll wait here. Thank you."

He put down the microphone, turned around, and glanced at the sea that had returned to calm.

The debris was still floating, and the oil slick was still spreading, but the three gray-white ships, along with the people, weapons, and flags on board, had all vanished, as if they had never existed.

The sea breeze continued to blow, the waves continued to crash, the sun continued to shine; everything was the same as it had been a few minutes ago, yet nothing was the same anymore.

On the yacht, Captain Sun stood on the deck, looking up as Luo Fei fell from the sky.

His expression had changed from shock to awe. He watched as Luo Fei landed on the ship, his clothes billowing in the sea breeze, his hair slightly disheveled.

Captain Sun opened his mouth as if to ask something, but remembering Old Wu's words, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

He turned around, walked to the driver's seat, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said, "Old Wu, Mr. Luo is back."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Lao Wu was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Understood. We'll handle the situation. You can prepare to return to base."