The fastest updates and the most complete library of novels belong to the novel website. Fang Senyan’s chest heaved violently; he bent over, bracing his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. Although he knew the power of "Ambition" was immense, this was his first time using it, and he hadn't anticipated it would be this overwhelming! He suddenly stood up. Down the nearby corridor, the two contractors wielding cutlasses stared at him with disbelief, clearly having witnessed that insane moment. Fang Senyan sneered, drew "Ambition" once more, and aimed it at them!

These two contractors naturally didn't know that "Ambition" had a cooldown period of a full minute. They had only seen Bowen, who was much stronger than them, have half his neck obliterated by that terrifying shot! The shock in their hearts was immeasurable. Seeing the dark, gaping muzzle aimed their way, they let out screams of terror and immediately turned to flee. Fang Senyan had no immediate intention of pursuing them closely. Instead, he leaned against a nearby pillar to reset his dislocated right arm.

When he killed Bowen, Fang Senyan had already carefully considered what might come next. From all the clues gathered so far, it was evident that the enemy team clearly included masters who planned things meticulously. This individual must have devised an escape plan before the attack. Therefore, even if he rushed to call for backup now, he might waste a significant amount of time only to find his quarry gone. After a brief hesitation, Fang Senyan followed in the direction the two escapees had taken! Under these circumstances, the chance of this group setting up another ambush was slim.

Despite the delay and the fact that the two had significantly higher agility than Fang Senyan, in this non-combat state, he could barely keep pace with their retreat. As he tracked them, a huge question surfaced in Fang Senyan's mind: were these people not afraid of exposure?

After all, they were at sea. No matter how large the Flying Dutchman was, or how well these contractors hid, they couldn't hide forever. Their actions led to only two outcomes: either they killed him, or they failed.

If the first scenario occurred, once he brought backup, Fang Senyan was confident he could track them down within two hours. He believed it wouldn't be too difficult for the esteemed Third Mate to locate them.

And even if they managed to kill Fang Senyan, the murder of the Flying Dutchman's Third Mate would certainly alert Davy Jones. Jones wouldn't mourn Fang Senyan, of course, but he would perceive a fatal flaw in his control over the entire ship, which would undoubtedly trigger a bloodbath of a purge!

Therefore, the only logical explanation was that this group only needed to survive for those two hours to complete their mission and return to the Nightmare Space! Or, there was another far-fetched theory: that they could eliminate all threats within two hours... It was crucial to note that these threats included everyone on the Flying Dutchman, from Davy Jones down to the lowest-ranking pirate!

Fang Senyan's thoughts gradually crystallized:

"These people did not anticipate that a contractor like me would suddenly appear on this ship. Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps under orders, one of their contractors wanted to probe my capabilities. This explains the intrusion while I was sleeping. Unfortunately, his actions were discovered. Following this, their leader deduced that my promotion might lead me to conduct a ship-wide search. This action would interfere with their impending plan, so to stop me, he dispatched people to silence me."

Because he needed to track them covertly without being detected by the two pirates, Fang Senyan trailed them from a distance, daring not to get too close. As he passed through a corridor near a porthole, he suddenly understood why the pirates aboard the ship had suddenly gone missing en masse. Two nautical miles away, on the legendary pirate ship Queen Anne's Revenge, a terrifying spectacle was unfolding:

All the ropes and ladders on that ship seemed to writhe with a life of their own, making the entire pirate vessel look like a giant monster covered in tentacles. Meanwhile, the pirate captain, Blackbeard, stood atop the crow's nest of the mainmast, roaring with laughter, brandishing his magical silver cutlass! His subordinates knelt fearfully on the deck, as if worshipping their king!

Clearly, this scene profoundly shocked the pirates on the Flying Dutchman as well, causing them to abandon their duties and rush onto the deck to stare dumbfounded at the astonishing sight. At this moment, Fang Senyan felt an absurd illusion of rewriting history, because the magic sword in Blackbeard's hand had achieved its final form precisely with his assistance. The scabbard he provided, originally belonging to Armand, must have functioned like a charger! Without this complementary scabbard, the magic sword in Blackbeard's hand was merely a sharper weapon, but with the scabbard supplying energy, it truly deserved its grand title as the "King of Boarding Actions!"

While thinking, Fang Senyan continued tracking the two men ahead. However, he lacked professional training in stealth, and the two seemed intent on setting up diversions. After descending another level into the hold, Fang Senyan predictably lost them. After circling the cargo bay a few times and preparing to give up, he heard voices emanating from a cargo hold thirty meters away. Fang Senyan immediately ducked behind a pillar in the adjacent passageway, knowing he could only peek cautiously from the side to avoid alerting them.

He saw a group of men dressed as pirates escorting a nobleman-like youth hurriedly moving forward. This youth clearly looked like a story character, and for some reason, he gave Fang Senyan a distinctly familiar impression. Moreover, the two contractors he had been tracking were among the pirates; clearly, they were likely part of the same team!

At this point, Fang Senyan wasn't foolish enough to charge out, shout curses at the culprits, and unleash his ultimate power to fight N against one. Doing so would only result in him being pulverized. He desperately wanted to use his Insight ability to scan the youth, but as he prepared to do so, a faint sense of danger lingered in his mind. This was undoubtedly his formidable 14 Perception attribute issuing a pre-warning. This subtle feeling of crisis suggested two possibilities: either using Insight would lead to a minor hazard, or... someone in this group possessed Perception close to or exceeding his own, completely masking the danger his own senses predicted!

Fang Senyan pressed his cheek against the nearby supporting pillar, feeling the unique texture of the wood and even smelling a faint tang of seawater. He watched the group disappear around the corner and ultimately abandoned the idea of using "Insight." The reason was simple:

The risk did not justify the reward.

Clearly, this team's objective was not Fang Senyan himself; pursuing him was merely a risk-avoidance measure. Fang Senyan using Insight would only satisfy his curiosity, but if discovered, he could find himself in an extremely perilous situation! Risking his life merely for an inexplicable burst of curiosity was certainly not something a rational person should do.

After the group moved further away, Fang Senyan did not attempt to use his clumsy tracking skills to follow again. Instead, he walked into the section of the hold from which they had emerged. Such cargo bays were common on pirate ships, typically used to store pungent or heavy goods, such as salted fish, water barrels, ballast stones, etc. Even pirate ships maintained these storage areas because while they didn't transport cargo themselves, they needed space to load goods plundered from merchant vessels, thus maximizing their profits.

The cargo hold that came into view for Fang Senyan was sparsely furnished, retaining only a strong smell of tobacco. The only items inside were several ornate chests that looked remarkably familiar. Fang Senyan frowned as he approached and recognized them: they were the treasure chests he and Scar Henry's crew had taken from Fort Charles in Tortuga. The crest of the Focque family was still clearly visible—though, of course, the chests were now completely empty, not even a single coin remaining, having undoubtedly been plundered by the pirates.

Seeing the markings on these chests, Fang Senyan’s scattered thoughts suddenly connected. He instantly remembered why the young man in the center looked so familiar. His facial contours bore a striking resemblance to Lord Focque, the master of Port Royal! Although the youth lacked the unnaturally cold aura of Lord Focque, the air of authority befitting a superior and aristocratic elegance were already taking shape. It was clear that the young man who had just passed by was, if not Lord Focque’s son, certainly his direct blood relation.

The heirs of the Focque family, a group of contractors from the future world, boarding an overwhelmingly powerful legendary pirate ship... With these three elements converging on the tumultuous Caribbean Sea, what was the connection between them? Although Fang Senyan had deciphered the youth’s identity, an even greater mystery unfolded in his mind: What exactly did they intend to do?! Had this team become powerful enough to directly challenge Davy Jones, known as the "Sea Devil"? If so, why bring along a direct descendant of the Focque family?

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