Chapter 271: Isn’t That Just an Idiot?

Chapter 271: Isn’t That Just an Idiot?

“Aren’t you gonna die?”

Xiao Yu stepped out of the warehouse door, a smirk tugging at his lips as he murmured, “Ha, I won’t die!”

Inside, Hua Xiangyang’s condition was likely one few would ever want to witness.

For instance.

At the entrance, Wang Dong blocked Zhou Lie and Zhao Long.

With a stern look, he warned, “If you’re planning to eat tonight, don’t go in!”

That was pure Wang Dong experience.

To be honest, he was scared stiff of the little guy’s tricks.

He was terrified!

After all, he was the esteemed leader of Group Nine and a Special Forces Captain.

Zhou Lie and Zhao Long felt an instant shiver down their spines.

Their minds began filling in the horrors that might lurk inside…

Step by step, Xiao Yu continued until he reached a section inside the cargo ship’s inner hold… a machine room?

Though he couldn’t fully understand it, Xiao Yu pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Wang Dong and the others trailed closely behind the so-called ‘300 kid’.

They froze when they saw a man.

Losing focus was a habit that never ended well.

Especially on the battlefield.

Even a moment’s lapse could cost you your life.

But…

The man they saw was strangely out of place.

In his forties, he was dressed entirely in black—a style reminiscent of European nobility from the late 18th to 19th century.

Xiao Yu immediately noticed the exquisite and expensive fabric of his attire.

Most intriguingly, the man propped a black bowler hat on his knee with his left hand while clutching a black cane with a copper-wrapped handle in his right.

His aristocratic, fair face exuded both elegance and indifference, marked by an air of noble superiority.

Xiao Yu: ???

Did I just walk onto the wrong set?

“Hello there.”

Fluent English spilled from the Middle-aged Man’s lips, “How about a deal? Pretend you didn’t see me, and I’ll give each of you… one hundred million!”

“Ha!” Xiao Yu and his crew burst into laughter.

Their glances at the Middle-aged Man were as if they were staring at a total idiot.

After all, the four of them were either police or soldiers from National Security.

Buying them off? Not in a million years.

“Seems you disagree, huh?”

The Middle-aged Man’s face showed a trace of regret. “In that case…”

Bang!

The gun in Xiao Yu’s hand fired.

It not only startled the Middle-aged Man,

but nearly sent Wang Dong and the others into a state of shock.

Thud!

A figure crashed down from above, landing right before them.

A miniature submachine gun tumbled down with him.

The newcomer was tall, with dark skin, and blood streamed down from his chest.

“You…”

He spoke in English too, his eyes fixated on the pistol Xiao Yu held, thumb still on the trigger, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Remember, when Xiao Yu’s group had entered,

none of them had even glanced upward.

So how did he spot them?

And how did he know their exact location?

Worse yet,

did he then aim his pistol and open fire?

What kind of move was that?

“Surprised, aren’t you?”

Staring at the African Man before him, Xiao Yu coolly remarked in English, “Your hiding skills are pretty good—you nearly had me fooled.”

Had it not been for his skills, Wangdie’s Nose and Python’s Sense,

Xiao Yu would have completely missed him.

Even as they walked in, all four were already targeted by a gun.

Clearly, according to his plan, if the Middle-aged Man’s bribe failed,

this African Man would have shot them all.

Wasn’t that the plan?

The African Man swallowed his last breath, dying without peaceful closure!

Especially considering his attire.

Was he a mercenary leader? Or perhaps a captain?

This time, the mercenaries were utterly wiped out!

“Brilliant, simply brilliant,”

The Middle-aged Man actually laughed, hoisting his bowler hat to his chest, bowing theatrically to Xiao Yu, and grinning as he said, “But what can you do to me?”

Hmm?

Xiao Yu and his crew shot cold, unyielding glares at the Middle-aged Man.

They watched as he raised his hand, clutching what looked like… a remote control?

His finger hovered over a button!

“There are bombs on this ship,” he declared.

Almost as if to offer a kind heads-up, the Middle-aged Man unbuttoned his jacket and pointed to a bizarre metallic plate attached to his chest, its green light flickering. “This is a heart sensor. If my heart stops or if I let go of the button… boom—we’re all meeting God.”

The group: …

Xiao Yu gave him a peculiar look.

He scanned the man’s chest.

Then his eyes shifted to the remote control in his hand.

What was with all this over-the-top movie theatrics?

“Um…”

Xiao Yu’s expression remained odd as he blinked and asked in English, “May I ask, did you buy insurance?”

Middle-aged Man: ???

“Actually, I just want to wish you well.”

Grinning widely, Xiao Yu said sincerely, “May all your insurance policies come through in your favor!”

Middle-aged Man: ???

After all, being a foreigner, he couldn’t possibly understand Xiao Yu’s banter.

So his mind automatically began piecing things together.

And naturally, when thinking, one’s eyes tend to wander.

The Middle-aged Man’s gaze drifted away from Xiao Yu.

At that very moment…

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted from beneath Xiao Yu’s feet.

He was blasted off his feet.

Skill: Flea Bullet!

The speed was so blinding that even the naked eye struggled to follow.

As the roar echoed, the Middle-aged Man’s gaze shifted back.

But Xiao Yu was already standing right before him.

And,

Xiao Yu’s shirt had been ripped open, exposing his left chest near his heart.

The Middle-aged Man’s face went pale as he fumbled to act.

“Too late.”

Those chilling, icy words hit the Middle-aged Man like a hellish blast.

A hand landed squarely on his chest.

It tore off the metallic plate and affixed it to another chest.

Immediately after,

The hand that held the remote control was grabbed by another.

In the next moment, a blade flashed by.

The Middle-aged Man’s wrist and arm were severed.

Holding his own severed hand, Xiao Yu calmly slid his saber back into its sheath while staring steadily at the Middle-aged Man.

His speed was such that the man didn’t even have time to feel the pain.

“You know, in a lot of movies, side characters end up dying because they yap too much.”

Xiao Yu explained kindly in English, “If you don’t tell us how to detonate the bomb that’s threatening us, maybe there’s nothing we can do to you. But why spill your secrets?”

Isn’t that just an idiot?!