Power and wealth bring fragrance

The sea breeze howled, making the middle-aged fisherman's voice sound somewhat unsteady, yet it carried an inescapable fervor and chill, each word striking the blood-stained steel plate with its own force.

"We are the gravediggers of the old world and the creators of the new world. Our name is—Ouroboros."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yuan felt an intense chill run through him, as if icy seawater was pouring down his neck and into his limbs, the cold penetrating to his very bones.

Ouroboros.

Wei Yuan had seen this symbol in ancient books.

Legend has it that the giant serpent, head to tail, devours itself in an endless cycle. It symbolizes eternal reincarnation, where destruction is rebirth, and only the demise of the old can give birth to a new order.

Birth is death, and death is birth.

Destroy the old world, and then rebuild everything from the ruins.

This is the symbolism of the ouroboros.

The fact that this group dared to use the Ouroboros as their organization name speaks volumes about the unimaginable ambition they harbored.

The earlier explosion at the police station building and the helicopter crash, two shocking cases that shook the entire Deepsea City, marked the first time they had shown their fangs in this city.

Their actions were swift and ruthless, regardless of cost or means, revealing their madness and the wolfish ambition hidden deep within their hearts.

Now, they no longer concealed their identities, revealing them openly to Wei Yuan and brazenly stating the name of their organization.

Wei Yuan understood that there was absolutely no room for a peaceful resolution to what had happened today.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, his martial energy surging even more rapidly within his dantian. Power flowed and roared through his meridians, his entire body brimming with strength, every muscle ready for battle. His gaze, cold as a blade, locked onto the middle-aged fisherman opposite him, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"What kind of bullshit ouroboros? Never heard of it."

"But no matter what you are, having committed such a heinous crime, today I will beat you into dead snakes."

"Surrender now, and you might receive a lighter sentence; otherwise..."

The second half of the words were not uttered, but the murderous intent hidden beneath the words had already unfolded.

It goes without saying that if they refuse to surrender, they will have no choice but to fight to the death.

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere on the deck instantly became extremely tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

The Ouroboros members, disguised as coast guard officers, all raised their arms in unison, their cold gun barrels aimed at Wei Yuan.

The metal gun barrels reflected the pale sunlight on the sea, their densely packed muzzles resembling a black jungle. At the middle-aged fisherman's command, a barrage of bullets would unleash, completely engulfing Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan did not glance at the rows of gun barrels around him; his gaze remained fixed on the middle-aged fisherman the entire time, never wavering.

The middle-aged fisherman still wore that faint smile on his face. To him, Wei Yuan's threat was like a sea breeze brushing past his ear; he didn't take it to heart at all. He spoke slowly, his tone calm and leisurely, without a trace of murderous intent.

"It's normal that you don't know us, young man. After all, we rarely show our faces in public before, so it's understandable that you have misunderstandings about us."

He tilted his head slightly, calmly sizing up Wei Yuan.

"Besides, based on the information I just received, you're not a member of the detective agency. Since you're not with the detective agency, why be so prejudiced and hostile towards us? Why don't we sit down and talk?"

Before Wei Yuan could respond, the middle-aged fisherman took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it to his lips, and lit a match.

With a hiss, a flame leaped up, igniting the cigarette. Pale white smoke rose slowly, mingling with the gunpowder and blood stench on the deck. He flicked his finger, and a piece of ash fell softly onto the steel plate stained with dark red blood.

"I've seen the footage. Just now, when you were chasing our men, you calmly escaped from the sniper's ambush, broke through our offensive, and even controlled the drone in mid-air, tracking them all the way to this sea area."

The middle-aged fisherman slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked Wei Yuan up and down, who was poised to strike.

"You are no ordinary person. We Ouroboros admire people like you who are skilled and resilient."

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with a seductive tone.

"How about considering joining us?"

The sea was churning with strong winds, and the waves crashed against the hull, producing a dull roar.

On the deck, corpses lay silently, blood still slowly flowing through the gaps in the steel plates. On one side was the cruel reality of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and on the other was the recruitment offered by the leaders of Ouroboros. A life-or-death choice was placed before Wei Yuan in an instant.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan did not respond immediately.

The sea breeze whipped at him, lifting a corner of his shirt to reveal the taut muscles at his waist. A dense array of gun barrels remained pointed at him on the deck, the cold glint of metal flashing between the sunlight and the bloodstains. A single glance from the middle-aged fisherman would be enough to tear him to shreds with dozens of bullets.

But he didn't even blink.

After a long pause, Wei Yuan suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was faint, but it was jarringly clear on the tense deck, like a steel blade scraping against sheet metal, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Join you?"

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips stroking it, but his gaze remained fixed on the middle-aged fisherman's face.

"I have a few flaws."

"First, I never eat at the same table as a butcher. Second, I never befriend a murderer. Third—"

He paused, and his martial energy suddenly solidified, a chilling aura spreading out silently, causing the nearest fake coast guards to instinctively tighten their grips on their guns.

"I hate it when people use my life as a bargaining chip."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on the middle-aged fisherman's face faltered slightly.

In just a moment, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

He slowly took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke exhaling from his nostrils, shrouding his dark, wrinkled face in a hazy mist, obscuring the true expression in his eyes.

"It seems that you're determined to be our enemy, young man."

"Not as enemies."

Wei Yuan corrected him, his voice calm yet carrying immense weight.

"It is to eliminate evil."

"boom--!!"

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred.

Wei Yuan exerted force with his feet, and his whole body shot out like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that only a blur remained.

The pupils of the fake coast guards on the deck shrank suddenly, and their fingers had just pulled the trigger when Wei Yuan had already moved in front of the nearest one and struck out with his palm.

Before the man could even scream, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, his shattered ribs and spurting blood spraying out, crashing heavily into his two armed accomplices behind him.

The gunshots rang out a moment too late.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The bullet whistled past Wei Yuan's ear, pierced the steel plate where he had just stood, and sent sparks flying.

Wei Yuan moved like a ghost on the deck, his footsteps possessing a strange rhythm, each step precisely avoiding vital points while bringing him one step closer to his enemy.

His martial energy surged through his body like a tidal wave. He smashed the barrel of a fake coast guard's gun with a punch, then twisted it with his backhand, slamming the scorching metal directly into the man's shoulder, causing blood to splatter.

Within a few short breaths, cries of agony rose and fell on the deck.

"interesting."

The middle-aged fisherman remained standing in the same spot, the cigarette in his hand flickering, watching the chaotic battle like a spectator, as if the dead and wounded around him were all strangers unrelated to him.

His gaze followed Wei Yuan's figure closely, and the admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.

"His skills, courage, and ruthlessness are all top-notch."

He slowly extinguished the cigarette butt, which fell into the pool of blood and hissed as a wisp of white smoke rose.

"What a pity."

"It's a pity that such a promising talent like you is going to die here today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two fake coast guards who had been dragging the gray-clad man on the other side of the deck suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. A glint flashed in their eyes, and their aura suddenly surged, their clothes fluttering without wind. They were actually two formidable internal martial arts masters.

At the same time, the middle-aged fisherman finally moved.

He didn't draw his gun, nor did he give any orders; he simply took a slow step forward.

With that one step, the entire coast guard vessel seemed to fall silent.

An aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean suddenly emanated from him, causing the surging stench of blood on the deck to freeze for a moment. Wei Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end, his scalp tingling.

Very competitive.

This middle-aged fisherman was far better than he had ever anticipated.

Separated by the haphazardly laid corpses and the deck stained with blood, by the howling sea wind and the surging waves, their gazes met once more in mid-air.

The battle between fire and water is finally about to truly begin.

On the sea, the silhouette of the black speedboat drew ever closer. The giant serpent totem on the black flag, its head and tail intertwined, gleamed eerily in the sunlight, as if silently watching the impending bloody battle.

Wei Yuan slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

The wind picked up.