Chapter 434: When I go berserk, even I am scared of myself

Lu Yang drew his knife, eyes fierce, and stepped forward step by step.

But after just two steps he suddenly halted, then stepped back half a pace.

He turned his head, eyes blazing at the imposing fire axe hanging on the wall, as if he'd found a priceless treasure.

Civilian ships are required to carry fire extinguishers and fire axes, so he lucked out finding one.

Lu Yang decisively ditched the dagger, choosing to instantly equip the new gear—any hesitation would be an insult to the fire axe.

Like a crowbar, it's a divine weapon in apocalyptic zombie-survival games—able to slay gods and buddhas alike.

Ptui, ptui!

Lu Yang spat symbolically on his hand twice, grabbed the axe, and tiptoed forward.

At that moment, several men gathered at the front of the deck, having reacquired Jiang Dahai's position.

Just as one of them grinned wickedly, finger about to pull the trigger, a sharp axe blade dropped from before him without warning.

Blood sprayed; the harpoon snapped in two, and the hand holding it was also injured.

Scalding blood spurted onto several faces at close range, instantly wiping their smiles away.

Right after, the one-second three-staff technique resurfaced—except now the blunt weapons were axes.

Bloodcurdling screams rang out across the deck as blood pooled everywhere.

Lu Yang, eyes red with slaughter, wildly swung his axe at the enemies' limbs.

Only when one goes mad does one realize how terrifying they are; until now he'd thought himself a principled, moral good youth, but in this moment he discovered he was actually quite scheming and vicious.

Because he clearly knew these people's weak point: maiming is ten thousand times more cruel than killing.

But Lu Yang insisted on doing just that—he wanted to use the most brutal means to make them understand.

What serious consequences come from barging into others' homes and acting wantonly?

Only thus can we strike fear into the enemy!

The battle ended as easily as snapping dry twigs; before Lu Yang, who wielded an epic-tier fire axe, possessed rich close-combat experience, and had undertaken further training with the armed police, these people had no chance.

It was truly like chopping vegetables—no power to resist, and in an instant they all lost combat ability.

Lu Yang dragged the blood‑stained axe to the cockpit; like Cosmo from Flash Spirit smashing a door open with an axe, he forced the door open and hauled out the 'captain' inside.

The captain huddled in the corner, drew a standard pistol, trembling as he pointed it at Lu Yang, and spoke in broken Chinese: 'Don't come over, or else I'll shoot!'

Lu Yang wiped blood from his face, gave him a careless smile, and said: 'Do you know what shooting entails? If you don't shoot, you and your people can live; but if you use that gun to wound me, I guarantee you'll all die.'

The captain's throat worked as he hesitated long, finally choosing to point the gun at his own hand.

After the gunshot, the captain's palm was pierced by the bullet, yet he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

Lu Yang respected him as a tough guy, so he didn't press further.

From start to finish, the whole affair maintained an extremely delicate balance.

This area seemed to be under a kind of 'rule force' that compelled everyone to refrain; the rule was simply 'no first shot.'

Put another way, I'm giving you face, but don't be shameless; if you dare fire the first shot, you bear all the ensuing consequences.

The captain couldn't bear that consequence; he couldn't be sure whether his shot would kill Lu Yang.

But one thing is certain: if Lu Yang doesn't die, then he and everyone aboard this ship will die.

Lu Yang came to the helm and gave the buttons a rough glance.

Well, I can't operate it.

It's embarrassing, but it's the truth.

He'd had no special driving training, no ship‑handling experience, and this was a foreign vessel to boot.

At this point he could only turn to the system, asking it to highlight a few simple keys for him.

For example, gear shifting, moving forward, full‑speed ahead—so he could more easily steer this unfamiliar ship.

Meanwhile, the fishing boat ahead in the thick fog was in dire straits, its hull severely deformed, already taking on water and listing.

Even so, the law‑enforcement ship still had no intention of letting them go; it not only kept ramming the hull with bursts of water, but also backed off to create distance.

It was aiming for the leaking cracks in the fishing boat's waist to deliver the final fatal blow that would shatter the wooden vessel completely.

Everyone, prepare to abandon ship!

Listen to my command!

Lao Mao too was forced into helplessness, feeling a stifling sense of having strength but nowhere to use it.

A bow‑to‑bow impact would be tolerable, but a sideways blow to the hull would surely break it apart.

If they stayed aboard, they might suffer internal injuries from the shock or be flung straight off by the impact.

As the law‑enforcement ship's hard bow loomed ever closer, everyone gripped each other's wrists, hearts in their throats, and Lao Mao felt that word about to burst from his throat.

But at the critical moment, a rent tore in the fog, and the law‑enforcement ship behind surged forward at high speed toward them.

Lao Mao and the others' hearts turned to ice, thinking they were being pincered by the enemy, when an unexpected scene suddenly unfolded.

The law‑enforcement ship behind then plunged straight into the midsection of the ship ahead, like a T‑bone collision, instantly punching a huge hole in its hull.

The tremendous impact rang through the night; the forward law‑enforcement ship was shoved sideways several meters, and the resulting huge wave pushed the nearby fishing boats far away.

Seawater frenziedly poured into the hole blasted in the law‑enforcement ship, visibly causing it to list.

And the ramming law‑enforcement ship wasn't much better off—its bow was completely crumpled, looking as if it had suffered a severe car crash.

What, what is going on?

The sky's too dark, the fog too thick—we must have misaimed.

How could you miss such a big target? Are you blind?

It's Lu Yang—it has to be him!

Meanwhile, the forward law‑enforcement ship suffered a violent impact, throwing everyone aboard clear.

Some landed on the deck, some on the railings, others slammed straight into the walls, their heads cracking open and bleeding.

The captain lay amid a pile of broken glass shards, his head buzzing, his vision filled with double images.

He sensed the hull had already tilted, struggled to get up, but saw a pair of shoes treading on broken glass walking toward him, dragging a red axe behind.

The captain slowly lifted his head; the light bulb above swayed, shaking so hard he could not open his eyes. When he finally managed to see clearly, he showed an expression of utter shock.

The man, drenched in blood, grinned ferociously at him and asked a question: "Hand, or foot?"

The captain steadied his mind, seeming to understand what had happened; he shook his head forcefully and made a pause gesture.

"Let's stop here, let us leave, as if nothing had happened."

Lu Yang pinched his chin, pulled him up from the ground, and stared straight into his eyes.

"Hand, or foot?"

"......"

The captain kept trying to argue: "We can surrender, but you must provide appropriate compensation! Also, according to the Sun‑Ni‑Ma Treaty, please …"

Lu Yang grinned, such a naive person was rare; he kicked the opponent's face without a word, swung the axe up and brought it down hard......