Chapter 215: The Invincible Master Qin (Please Support)

One of them cursed with a laugh, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and prepared to hand it over.

But just then, Qin Yun suddenly spun around, his left hand flashing like lightning to cup one of their chins.

*Smack—! *

In the blink of an eye, the man's eyes rolled back and he dropped stiff as a board, without the slightest reaction.

The two beside him came to their senses, their eyes bulging in terror. Before they could shout, Qin Yun had already surged forward. His left index finger shot out and struck the Shanzhong acupoint on one of them, force piercing through bone. The man let out a muffled grunt and his body instantly went rigid.

At the same time, his right foot swung through the air and jabbed into the man's left temple, the force gauged just right.

The man dropped to the floor without a sound, sleeping very peacefully.

In the time it takes a hare to leap and a magpie to flutter—less than two breaths—three armed men had been knocked out cold. Not a single one had put up the slightest resistance or struggle; they were no better off than three little chicks.

Faced with this situation, Qin Yun couldn't afford to hold back either; he had to give it everything he had. Besides, his stamina had dropped severely. If he held back and failed to control the force properly, letting them call for reinforcements, then surrounded by attackers, his only option would be to jump into the sea.

"Holy shit, I'm now fully convinced that Master Qin's combat skills are absolutely meant for killing."

"Damn, real kung fu."

"OMG, Chinese kung fu, badass."

"Unbelievable, just too unbelievable."

Netizens at home and abroad watched Qin Yun take down three men in a few moves, their jaws dropping one after another.

Although Qin Yun hadn't killed anyone, his strikes weren't light either; there was no need to worry about them waking up anytime soon. Still, just to be safe, after taking the guns, he dragged all three to a cabin below deck, tossed them inside in a human pile, and latched the door shut from the outside.

The ship's cabins here had a very simple layout—nothing but the living quarters and the functional areas. The doors to the living quarters were left casually ajar, and Qin Yun could hear voices drifting out from time to time, from several rooms.

And at the door of every crew cabin, photos and information about the occupants were posted, even including their position on the ship.

Qin Yun pressed himself soundlessly against the door of one of the crew cabins; the voices inside had caught his attention.

"Before we get rid of that Chinese woman, I wonder if Ahmad will let us have a little fun with her first."

"Hahaha, if you want, go to the storage room right now. Ahmad's in the wheelhouse anyway, so even if you had her, at your speed no one would ever know."

"Get lost, I can last half an hour. But I wouldn't dare disobey Ahmad—otherwise he'd put a bullet in me."

"You guys think, why does the higher-ups want to grab these two Chinese? Aren't they afraid of causing an international incident?"

"What's there to be afraid of? If it comes out, we'll just apologize obediently. Chinese people are very easy to talk to."

"Dammit, it's so cramped. Why the hell did Ahmad let those pirates on board? Now we're all squeezed together."

"……"

Hearing this, Qin Yun looked up toward the cabin at the very front, marked with a sign in Arabic: Storage Room!

The doors to these crew cabins were all left slightly ajar; the crew wasn't many, and from what they'd said, those seven pirates were now in the crew cabins as well.

His gaze shifted and landed on two rooms to the right. Their doors were shut tight—clearly these pirates were far more wary than the ship's relaxed crew.

He didn't act rashly. His footsteps silent as a spirit cat, he swiftly reached the storage room door.

Both hands gripped the lock, he twisted hard, then pulled outward, and the door swung open without a sound. There wasn't a sliver of light inside, but the corridor's lamp, in the instant he opened the door, still filtered in.

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia heard the sound and, thinking Ahmad had come again, couldn't help but look up—Lin Xia even trembled all over.

But it wasn't Ahmad; it was an ordinary armed man.

Only, something felt off about the armed man at the door. They saw him glance back, then reach over and turn on a light to the side, and finally turn around and pull the door shut.

When they saw the face beneath the headwrap, both were stunned.

An Asian? No, wait—a Chinese person? A traitor?

If Qin Yun knew Person's idea, he would have been utterly speechless.

"Don't speak. First, I'm Chinese. Second, I don't know if you recognize me, but rest assured, I'm here to rescue you."

"I'm a streamer. My name is Qin Yun. I was doing a livestream in the nearby waters, and a pirate speedboat happened to spot my shelter. Once they learned Chinese people had been captured, I grabbed onto the pirate boat and followed them here. Now I'll untie you, and in a bit I'll take you out of here."

"……"

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia stared at him dumbfounded, unsure how to express what they were feeling—even finding it somewhat absurd.

Where is this? This is the open sea in the Zhongnan Force of the Indian Ocean—over a thousand kilometers in every direction and not a single island in sight. You're telling me you were livestreaming here? And then you followed them to rescue us? Do you take us for fools?

Qin Yun didn't bother with any of that. He nimbly pulled out his survival knife, sliced through their ropes, and peeled off the tape.

"Let's go, follow me out."

Qin Yun said, then turned and started to leave. But just as he was about to open the door, he realized the two behind him hadn't moved at all.

In fact—

"You traitor! Shame on you, a son of the Chinese nation, colluding with foreigners to steal state secrets. Ptooey!"

Chen Jingsheng's face was full of contempt.

Lin Xia, who had still harbored a sliver of hope, let out a small sigh at Chen Jingsheng's words. She knew that running into a Chinese person coming to the rescue in a place like this was even more ridiculous than her suddenly awakening superpowers.

"Ah…"

Qin Yun was dumbfounded.

He had calculated everything—except that his own identity would be called into question.

"Hahaha, I'm dying—Master Qin's been called a traitor."

"If it were me, I'd believe him—after all, a drowning man will clutch at anything."

"State secrets, holy crap, this involves state secrets. The stream isn't gonna get banned, is it?"

In fact, Qin Yun's stream nearly did get banned, but the matter was too big. In the end, the higher-ups stepped in, a string of orders came down, and his stream remained untouched to this day.

Only, he was increasingly drawing the attention of certain people.

Qin Yun naturally didn't know any of this. Hearing Chen Jingsheng's words, he felt this was the biggest injustice of his life.

After a moment's thought, he pulled open his jacket, revealing the drone inside, took it out, switched on the display, and held it up in front of Chen Jingsheng.

"Um… I'm really a streamer. Look, this is my livestream."

Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia immediately saw their own faces on the screen, with comments scrolling endlessly in dense rows.

But...

"Stop acting. We won't reveal the coordinates. Get out now."

Chen Jingsheng's righteous demeanor left Qin Yun speechless. But putting himself in their shoes, he understood—this concerned state secrets; their distrust was perfectly normal. Still, who would pretend to be a livestreamer just to deceive people?

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Where are Talar, Duiko, Kasim, and the Bahas? Where'd they run off to?"

Qin Yun's expression changed instantly. He swiftly signaled Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia to be silent, then pressed himself against the door, cautiously alert.

"Those bastards must've gone to the deck to smoke. I'll go find them."

With that, the footsteps clattered away, then came the sound of feet climbing stairs.

"Damn it, we're screwed—if they see the guy Qin Yun knocked out on deck, we're exposed."

"Hurry, hurry."

Qin Yun's expression shifted, then he placed two assault rifles in front of Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia.

"Gentlemen, if the unconscious man on deck is discovered, this ship will go on full lockdown. I can't wait any longer. Take the guns—I must strike first."

Without hesitation, he yanked open the storage room door and charged out.

Watching this, Chen Jingsheng and Lin Xia exchanged glances.

"Engineer Chen, could this actually be real?"

Lin Xia asked cautiously.

Chen Jingsheng picked up the assault rifle from the floor, inspected it—it was real, and it had ammunition. For a moment, he was confused.

"Wait and see."

Qin Yun passed the nearest crew cabin, slipped inside in one swift motion, and the interior appeared clearly on camera.

Two bunk beds, top and bottom, each occupied by three men lying still, unaware that someone had entered the doorway.

Qin Yun knew time was short. He struck without hesitation—his survival knife flashed like lightning, smashing into the back of one man's neck. Then, gripping the bunk's edge, he hurled the knife straight out.

"Boom—!" Before the man across the bed could react, the knife struck his temple; his head tilted sideways and he passed out.

At the same time, the crewman on the upper bunk finally reacted—but Qin Yun, still holding the bunk's edge, flipped over and appeared before him, then kicked out with both legs, sending the man crashing into the wall.

The force knocked him out cold.

After neutralizing the three, Qin Yun exhaled, grabbed the firearms, stripped all the magazines, stuffed them into his coat, and vanished from the room.

Next came the adjacent cabin—same method, same result. To these men, Qin Yun was like a child playing with toys; they had no chance to resist. To avoid alerting others, every strike was flawless.

But just as he finished off the last crewman and opened the cabin door to step out, he saw the door of the pirates' cabin across the hall suddenly move.

Out stepped a pirate in camouflage military green, face-to-face with Qin Yun.

"Jili guala jili guala!"

The pirate said something to him, nodded, then walked toward the utility area—the bathroom was there.

Watching this, everyone in the livestream was stunned silent.

Qin Yun himself was startled—but clearly, the pirate mistook him for a crewman, since he was wearing crew uniform.

"Damn, you scared the shit out of me."

Watching the pirate disappear into the utility area, Qin Yun slipped into his cabin, swiftly knocked out the three pirates inside, then planned to repeat the same move on the other three pirates in the next cabin.

But...

"Beeep—!"

Suddenly, a shrill alarm whistle pierced the air, and the ship's alarm blared throughout.

Red warning lights flashed along both sides of the corridor, emitting a tense, pulsing sound.

"Shit, we're discovered."

Qin Yun's face darkened instantly.

At that moment, the crew cabin door before him burst open—and a familiar Black man appeared right in front of him: Abadi, the pirate leader.

"Boom—!"

Qin Yun punched him square in the chest. The man flew backward as if hit by a car, crashing heavily onto the cabin floor.

Qin Yun stepped in, grim-faced, facing three pirates with raised guns—and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang… bang… bang…"

Three gunshots. Three arms flew into the air. Three screams erupted simultaneously.

"Jili guala jili guala—"

Agony twisted Abadi's face, but as he watched Qin Yun approach, he couldn't understand—was this man trying to eliminate them all?

He still believed Qin Yun was an armed crewmember of this supply ship.

"Huh…" Qin Yun sighed helplessly. "Looks like I have to fight my way out. It might get bloody—hope the moderators show some mercy."

But he knew it was hopeless. Unless he turned off the camera entirely, getting banned was inevitable.

He didn't know, however, that his livestream wouldn't be touched.

"Holy shit, so badass—how the hell does Qin Ye know so much about guns?"

"Damn, I thought Qin Ye killed them—but turns out he held back."

"These bastards who kidnapped our countrymen should all be shot dead."

"Qin Ye, kill them. Kill them all."

The comment section's hostility was fiercer than Qin Yun's own. Lucky for him, he couldn't see it—or he might've been swayed.

Leaving the crew cabin, Qin Yun sprinted to the storage room and yanked the door open.

"Stay down there. Don't come out. They've spotted us. I'll deal with everyone, then come back for you."

After saying that, he closed the door again, though he did not lock it, lest some accident occur.