Chapter 490: 490 Sharpshooter_1

“Boss, why do I have a feeling that something isn’t right?”

The young man steering the cruise ship looked at the rapidly approaching vessel, a sense of foreboding growing in his heart.

On such a vast sea, why would that ship come so close to their own?

Truth be told, Maurice Springs had sensed something amiss much earlier.

As the vice-manager of the Willson Pavilion Far East Branch and one of the current chiefs of Deep Cold, Maurice Springs’s keen intuition told him that the people nearby were definitely not up to any good.

“Should we test them out first?”

Next to Maurice Springs, a European man with blond hair and blue eyes nonchalantly held a box of throwing weapons and asked.

His face always bore an expression of ease.

“Captain, don’t say I didn’t warn you; the other party is very capable. Even the Three-Armed Underworld King is no match for him! If you underestimate your enemy, you’re likely to suffer!”

Maurice Springs spoke with a grim expression.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed European was named Lloyd III, and he came from a family of pirates.

That is, the notorious Caribbean pirates.

Lloyd III had been playing with throwing weapons since he was a child, and at the age of thirteen, after being bullied by nobles, he angrily went home, picked up his box of throwing weapons, and killed the noble’s son in the street.

After the incident escalated, Lloyd III’s parents personally went to apologize, only to be beaten by the noble and then placed under house arrest.

Furthermore, the noble sent people all over the city to hunt for Lloyd III.

Upon hearing the news, Lloyd III fled in panic, subsisting on scavenging from trash until a week later, he seized an opportunity to blend in at a banquet the noble was hosting at his home that evening.

As the noble humiliated Lloyd III’s parents in front of everyone, Lloyd III stepped out from the crowd and killed the entire noble family, then escaped in the ensuing chaos.

Afterward, he encountered his master, who was also the current supreme leader of Deep Cold.

Under the tutelage of the supreme leader, the already proficient Lloyd III quickly became a killing machine!

At a young age, he was already one of the chiefs of Deep Cold and the number one sharpshooter in the world of archers.

Even the training related to throwing weapons within Deep Cold was all Lloyd III’s handiwork.

With this identity, Lloyd III seldom regarded anyone within Deep Cold highly.

Even an old campaigner like the Three-Armed Underworld King, he scoffed at, let alone someone like Maurice Springs who had defected.

“Just a few little thieves. They all deserve to die.”

Lloyd III wiped his golden throwing weapon box and shook his head as he walked up to the sailor: “Full speed ahead, crash into them!”

“Yes, Captain!”

Upon hearing Lloyd III’s command, the helmsman immediately turned the ship around, heading straight for the vessel belonging to the Michael Family.

“They’re coming!”

Tobias Michael shouted excitedly.

The pain of losing his son, he would never forget!

The enemy was now before his eyes, his greatest revenge, at last, to be fulfilled!

“Who wants to go first?”

At the bow of the ship, a dozen people looked at each other.

“You Ridge Family people, weren’t you so fierce when killing our Skyfire? How come you’re cowering now?”

A leader from Skyfire, holding a longsword in one hand, looked coldly towards where the Ridge Family stood.

His name was Cyclops, one of the protectors of Skyfire.

When he heard that the Saint Heir had been ambushed, he rushed to Five-river Province with his men to provide support, but upon arrival, they received orders not to act rashly.

Cyclops, who had hoped for a killing spree, was extremely frustrated and learned only after inquiring that the one who had killed their men was the supreme chief of Deep Cold, the Three-Armed Underworld King!

Without a word, Cyclops stood down and waited for orders.

Fight the Three-Armed Underworld King?

He wouldn’t have the guts even in twenty years.

Just this morning, he had received orders from the Sect Hierarch to collaborate with a woman to complete a mission.

After going out, he realized that if it hadn’t been for intelligence indicating that these people were allies invited by their arch-enemies, Cyclops really wouldn’t have wanted to wade into these troubled waters.

Working with his mortal enemy made him uncomfortable.

“Heh! I thought you were some big shot! Turns out you’re just a showpiece! If you’re too scared to come forward, then just stay back and cheer for your grandpa!”

A middle-aged man from the Ridge Family stepped forward; he was a highly skilled fighter named Iron Horse, whom Truman Ridge had hired for a hefty sum.

His fists were like iron, his body brimming with brute strength!

“Say whatever you want, when you are no good anymore, I’ll take over!”

Cyclops King hefted his golden longsword and turned his head away.

“Killing is as easy as eating! Ender, you go!”

Iron Horse waved his hand, and one of his disciples stepped forward from behind him.

Ender was his oldest and foremost disciple.

“Rest assured, Master, they’re just blind thieves! Watch me slaughter their entire crew!”

As the distance between the two ships narrowed to about twenty meters, Ender sprinted forward and leaped, using the momentum to soar high into the air!

He flew up high!

“Here he comes!”

Maurice Springs placed his right hand on the longsword at his back, watching coldly as Ender was about to fly over.

Whiz!

At that moment, a dart sound came from behind Maurice Springs.

Ender, who had just been in mid-air, fell into the sea like a kite with its string cut!

The ocean was instantly stained red.

“Huh!”

When Maurice Springs turned his head, he saw Lloyd III blowing the smoke from the barrel of his firearm.

“Sorry, I just see a target and want to shoot, occupational habit.”

Lloyd III shrugged slightly, giving Maurice Springs a helpless look.

“Hmph!”

Maurice Springs said no more.

After all, he was dealing with the Sect Hierarch’s personal disciple, and as a newcomer who was not yet established, if he were to fall out of favor, he’d stand no chance of surviving the pursuit of Willson Pavilion.

Moreover, he needed Lloyd III’s help in the upcoming battle against Julius Reed, a true master.

“My God! What kind of shooting is that!”

Iron Horse on the other ship hadn’t yet grasped what had happened before seeing his disciple killed in the sea.

Rage spread rapidly through him.

“How dare you kill my disciple!”

He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly with anger.

Ender was not only his chosen successor but also the suitor he had approved of for his daughter!

Now, just like that, his disciple was gone in a single encounter!

Indeed, the opponent was powerful, but Iron Horse did not believe he couldn’t win.

He blamed Ender’s death on carelessness.

“Wow! Sir, your disciple is quite weak, isn’t this just handing over a kill?”

Cyclops King taunted.

“Shut up! After I’ve slaughtered them, I’ll come back and kill you!”

Iron Horse roared and said to his three disciples behind him, “Follow me for vengeance, avenge your senior brother!”

“Vengeance! Vengeance!”

His disciples took off their belts and tied them around their heads, each one of them with a fierce aura!

“Listen up on the other side, my name is Iron Horse, and I don’t kill nobodies!”

With a leap from where he stood, Iron Horse flew high into the air!

And behind him, his three disciples followed closely.

Whiz!

Lloyd III pulled the trigger on his hidden weapon box again, this time targeting Iron Horse!