Chen Lingfeng's sudden attack caught Stoke by surprise, and he hurriedly ordered his men to shoot, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of the stunned efforts of Stoker's men, Chen Lingfeng rushed over like a ghost.

The knife in his hand fell, and the dagger shuttled through the crowd, and the cold light appeared, without the slightest mercy, and each knife directly hit the enemy's vital point.

In an instant, several of Stoker's men had not had time to fire a single shot, and before they even let out a scream before they died, they were all reduced to eternal silence.

The blood of the dead men stained the sea red and slowly gathered at Stoker's feet.

Stoke backed back, slightly coagulated blood from his shoes leaving a deep dark red mark on the board. He raised his head, and his eyes met Chen Lingfeng's green eyes, which were full of anger, flashing with a fierce glow like a wild beast foraging for food.

"Blame... Monster ......" Stoke sat down on the ground in horror.

Chen Lingfeng raised his dagger and stuck out his tongue to lick the remaining blood on it. Then he held the dagger in his backhand and walked slowly towards Stoker, who was sitting on the ground, shaking like chaff.

"No... Don't come here! Stoker shuddered and took out his pistol and was about to shoot, but as soon as he opened the safe, the dagger in Chen Lingfeng's hand shot out, directly through his wrist, and the huge impact pulled his arm and nailed it to the bar counter of the bar.

A burning stinging pain came from his wrist, and Stoker gripped the handle of the dagger, and he tried to pull it out, but the slightest touch of it quickly discouraged him from thinking about it. He could only watch Chen Lingfeng walk up to him.

"You... You can't kill me, you kill me, and King Norland won't let you go. Stoke had long since lost his former majesty, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"Don't worry, your life is so cheap, how could I kill you. But you have to leave something behind. Chen Lingfeng patted Stoker's shoulder, then reached for the dagger stuck in his wrist.

Chen Lingfeng held the dagger and twisted wildly on Stoker's wrist, and the sharp dagger immediately blurred the flesh and blood of Stoker's wrist, and the splattered blood spilled Chen Lingfeng's face.

The sudden, tearing, sharp pain made Stoke scream one after another, and he almost fainted.

Chen Lingfeng pulled out the dagger violently, and then stepped on Stoker's arm, the cold light flashed, it was the sound of flesh and bone separation, and the palm with residual nerve reflexes flew from Stoker's arm into the sea.

The pain of the severed hand hit Stoker's brain, and the intense unbearable pain made him completely unconscious, and the whole person curled up on the ground and convulsed.

Chen Lingfeng stood up, his pupils gradually returned to their normal color, and he covered his head as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He shook his head, feeling that some kind of power in his body was slowly awakening, and perhaps the inhibitor that the razor had injected him was about to lose its effect.

"This guy is now a waste, and I'll leave it to you just how to dispose of it." Chen Lingfeng calmed down, turned his head and said to the people on the Golden Island.

The people on the island began to discuss, and soon the discussion turned into condemnation and spitting, and everyone accused Chen Lingfeng of why he killed the Whale Gang and abolished one of Stoker's arms.

Chen Lingfeng just closed his eyes and sighed softly, he knew that this would be the result.

Power is the truth, the weak eat the strong, and survival of the fittest is the only criterion in the last days. The weak can huddle together for warmth, but they don't need heroes, even the ones who just saved their lives.

The people who eliminated the danger and fear began to run towards the crippled Stoker, and they did their best to save him, and no one looked at Chen Lingfeng anymore, and instead began to expel him from the Golden Island.

What an ironic picture.

Lao Zheng looked at Chen Lingfeng, his eyes were a little complicated, but after many changes in his expression, he just sighed, returned to the crowd, and made his own decision.

In the end, the only ones who remained with him were Lim Zhenhong and Bobby.

"Kids, the world has changed, they just want to live." Lin Zhenhong was not frightened by Chen Lingfeng's bloodthirsty cruelty just now, he believed in his own feelings, the young man in front of him was definitely not the fierce beast he was fighting just now.

Chen Lingfeng smiled, and a trace of warmth rose in his heart.

Poppy also walked over, her chubby little hand took out a somewhat yellowed handkerchief from her pocket, pointed at her nose, and then pointed at Chen Lingfeng.

Chen Lingfeng understood what she meant, slowly squatted down, and Bobby obediently wiped the dried blood on Chen Lingfeng's face with a handkerchief.

"Big brother, Bobby wiped you clean with a handkerchief, and your face won't be dirty." Bobby wiped it carefully, and her innocent eyes flashed with a light that did not belong to this collapsed world.

"Bobby, are you afraid of big brother?" Chen Lingfeng smiled and stroked Bobby's head.

"Don't be afraid, the big brother was fighting the bad guys just now, protecting Bobby. Big Brother is Bobby's hero. Poppy raised his little face, and that innocent smile made Chen Lingfeng understand that there was still something worthy of his protection in this last days, and those who had hopes still longed for salvation.

"Let's go, and leave their fate in their own hands." Lin Zhenhong patted Chen Lingfeng on the shoulder, picked up Bobby, and returned to the dhow. He took one last look at the Golden Isle, his eyes swept over the old solemn face, I am afraid that this place will no longer be a gentle harbor for passing ships.

Sailing out of the gates of the Golden Island, the little sailboat rowed out into the blue ocean again. Lin Zhenhong held the helm in one hand and looked at the map with the other, constantly determining the direction of sailing.

The sailboat headed for the waters of the Ghost Reef.

There was no word along the way, and when it was almost evening, the sailboat finally reached the waters of the Ghost Reef.

It is called Ghost Reef because of the unstable water fluctuations in this area, and there are reefs below the surface of the sea, and ships traveling here often run aground and wreck. There will be no supplies here except for the endless sea and looming reefs, and the stranded people can only be left on the reefs and die of thirst.

As a result, rumors of being able to reach the island through the waters of the Ghost Reef have been around for a while, and no one has tried to do so.

As soon as Lin Zhenhong entered the waters of the ghost reef, he immediately reduced the speed of the sailboat. He looked around in the vast sea, as if looking for something.

"I'm going to spend the night there tonight." Lin Zhenhong searched for a while before he found a small black shadow on the sea to the west.

Lin Zhenhong cautiously steered the sailboat towards the black shadow.

As the distance got closer, the shadow grew larger, and it was a small cruise ship stranded on the reef.

"Hey, it's not in vain that I bought the news last time I paid a small bag of dirt, and there's a stranded ship here." Lin Zhenhong was a little excited, he beckoned Chen Lingfeng to come over to help, and the two of them worked together to hug Bobby onto the ship, and then took out the cable prepared on the dhow, and fixed the sailboat on the cruise ship guardrail.

By the time the two of them were settled, it was already nightfall.

Lin Zhenhong went up to the deck of the cruise ship, lit a bonfire with solid fuel, and removed the dilapidated wooden planks on the cruise ship to make a few simple benches.

The three of them sat around the campfire, the light of the fire swaying in the cool sea breeze at night, and Bobby was tired early after eating some food. Lin Zhenhong took the quilt prepared on the sailboat and spread it on the deck near the fire, and after a while, Bobby fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Zhenhong added a few wooden planks to the fire and chatted with Chen Lingfeng about the stories of his youth, and those good memories of the old world made him yearn for it incomparably in his heart.

It was a little late at night, Lin Zhenhong packed up the bonfire and beckoned Chen Lingfeng to rest. At that moment, some "bang, bang" sounds came from the bottom of the cruise ship, as if someone was scraping the wall with a shovel.

Lin Zhenhong pulled out a wooden plank from the fire, he walked to the side of the boat, and by the light of the fire he finally saw clearly what was making a sound.

"Limber, what's going on?" Chen Lingfeng noticed something strange and immediately walked over.

Lin Zhenhong heard Chen Lingfeng's shout, and hurriedly made a silent gesture.

"We're surrounded." Lin Zhenhong whispered to Chen Lingfeng.

Chen Lingfeng also walked to the side of the ship, and with the help of the burning wooden board in Lin Zhenhong's hand, he saw a black substance surging regularly with the waves on the sea surface below the cruise ship.

It was pitch black and had soft tentacles. Chen Lingfeng's eyes widened, and the thing that clinged to the bottom of the cruise ship was clearly the soft-bodied creature that appeared in Nangang that day that would absorb energy and explode.