Chapter 420: Encounter Like a Dream
Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
The moment the bomb hit the ship, Ye Mo was already flying toward the pirate vessel. Halfway there, his spirit sense revealed a sight that nearly sent him plunging into the water: Ning Qingxue—Qinxue! Ye Mo never expected to see her then.
Quickly regaining his composure, he changed course and flew onto Ning Qingxue’s ship, so swiftly that no one noticed.
Ning Qingxue stared dumbly as Ye Mo descended, as if struck by lightning. The gun in her hands clattered to the ground, unnoticed.
“Ye Mo, is it really you? Am I dead? Why am I hallucinating?” she murmured, unable to believe her yearning had somehow brought her this vision before death. Yet, other than a deathbed illusion, how could Ye Mo appear here?
Seeing Ning Qingxue's gaunt figure and expression, Ye Mo's heart ached. He knew she'd recovered her memories; otherwise, she wouldn't be like this.
He walked over, gently hugging her. “Qingxue, it’s really me.” A wave of satisfaction washed over him. His killing intent vanished the moment his arms encircled her. Meeting her in this vast ocean was his greatest reward. He even thanked those Japanese men for the radar; without it, finding Ning Qingxue would have remained a distant dream.
“Ye Mo, it really is you?” Ning Qingxue exclaimed, hugging him tighter. Bliss overwhelmed her; her heart pounded wildly. Only one thought echoed in her mind: “This is real; this really is Ye Mo.”
The dream felt so real, she could hardly believe it.
In that moment, only each other mattered. More than just being in each other's arms, words couldn't express their feelings. Only their embrace confirmed the reality of the moment.
Time seemed to stand still. The ocean waves paused; only the fishing ship's old diesel engine rumbled on. Everyone stared dumbly at Ye Mo and Ning Qingxue.
No one on the pirate ship understood how Ye Mo had covered the hundreds of meters to reach Ning Qingxue. They merely thought, “These two dare to embrace like this, in front of all these guns? Are they crazy?”
The moment passed, and the pirates snapped to attention. Their fury ignited at the sight of Ning Qingxue, a goddess-like woman, in another man's arms, a man they'd never even touched.
“Kill him!” Shawn reacted first, pointing at Ye Mo. Ning Qingxue was his, and no one dared embrace his woman.
Eden, nervously maneuvering the ship out of range, suddenly noticed the cannons had fallen silent. A brief hush followed, then he saw Ye Mo hugging a woman in white—a woman from the skull pirate ship.
Eden rubbed his eyes to confirm his vision. “Is she his wife? Was she also taken? Why aren’t the pirates attacking?” He was utterly bewildered.
Bang—The crack of a sniper rifle jolted Eden. The Chinese man who’d saved him was under attack. Worry overwhelmed him, making him forget Ye Mo's presence on the skull ship.
Ye Mo caught the bullet with his hand. Looking at Ning Qingxue, he asked, “Qingxue, are these people harassing you?”
Lost in Ye Mo's embrace, Ning Qingxue hadn't felt his killing intent, nor heard his words, nor noticed the caught bullet.
“Did I miss?” the sniper on Shawn’s ship stared at his hand in disbelief. A miss at such close range was impossible, yet it had happened. He couldn't comprehend Ye Mo catching his bullet.
Since Ye Mo was unharmed, it must have been a miss.
Just as he readied a second shot, Ye Mo placed Ning Qingxue behind him.
“You won’t need a second shot. I’ll send you to the sea.”
With a swift kick, Ye Mo sent the sniper soaring into the ocean, dead before he hit the water.
Shawn reacted, his projectile skills far surpassing his companion's. A twenty-meter distance—how had that man arrived so quickly, and with a woman?
Then, he remembered Ye Mo's earlier location: three hundred meters away on the fishing boat.
Before he could process this, Ye Mo kicked over twenty pirates into the sea, none able to even struggle.
It all happened in a second or two. Seeing the seven or eight remaining men, Shawn broke into a sweat. He was finished. He'd offended someone he shouldn’t have. His men were nearly all dead, and shouting “fire” would be pointless.
“Qianbei, mercy,” Shawn pleaded, his grasp of Chinese culture proving useful.
Ye Mo, failing to understand, knocked out four more pirates attempting to fire. Only three remained, including Shawn.
The commotion roused Ning Qingxue. She looked up, still in Ye Mo's arms, but on a different ship.
Aware of Ye Mo’s power, she scanned Shawn’s ship, seeing the three remaining pirates staring at Ye Mo in terror, as if he were a demon.
Ye Mo’s expression darkened. “You dared attack my woman and now beg for mercy? Keep dreaming.” He kicked the remaining two pirates. Only Shawn remained.
Ning Qingxue blushed at Ye Mo’s words. Though domineering, they didn't annoy her; instead, she felt warmth, immediately followed by the thought that she wasn't his woman yet.
Hundreds of meters away, Eden finally regained control of his ship and watched as Ye Mo kicked those ferocious pirates into the sea, one by one. He was stunned. “Oh my god!”
He'd guessed Ye Mo was extraordinary for searching for his wife alone on a fishing boat, but his power far exceeded expectations. How could he be so ferocious? Those pirates were toys in his hands, unable even to raise their guns.
Eden wasn’t an idiot. He wondered, ‘When did Ye Mo leave the fishing boat? It seemed to be the moment the cannon hit.’ He'd been worried for Ye Mo, yet the Chinese man had appeared on a skull ship, then reappeared with his woman on another.
‘God, it’s magical!’ Eden couldn’t comprehend Ye Mo’s movements, but he was certainly pleased. No wonder Ye Mo told him to steer towards the incident; he’d feared nothing. Understanding this, Eden steered the fishing boat toward the pirate ship.
Shawn hesitated, countless times reaching for his gun, but ultimately, he dared not. He knew Ye Mo had spared him, not out of mercy, but for some purpose.