Chapter 1781

"No wonder you're the second in line to Atlantis." Zeus said.

Ximen Wudi shook his head: "I don't need to define myself with the word 'heir.' Besides, who exactly is the head of Atlantis means little to me."

He truly didn't care—otherwise, why would he have brought Zeus to this seaside villa?

"Lately, I spent several days at that seaside bathhouse in the East." Zeus suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Ximen Wudi's eyes revealed confusion, and he asked: "How come I've never heard of it?"

"That bathhouse belongs to your family's assets." Zeus's eyes flickered with complex light: "But the scenery there is truly beautiful. You brats grew up bathing and playing there, even singing and dancing. Too bad—I tore that building down."

Yet this level of combat meant Zeus couldn't fully unleash his power—if he did, Ximen Wudi might not be the victor.

"Hahaha, you're awfully confident, unlike Apollo, who always lacks courage." Zeus sat up on the sand, brushing off the grains stuck to his clothes, sneering.

"No, I refuse to fight a cripple." Ximen Wudi spoke coolly, then walked toward his yacht.

"What did you say!" Zeus roared.

"I said… you're disabled." Ximen Wudi turned to glance at him, his eyes brimming with mockery: "That's beyond doubt."

With that, he boarded the boat.

Zeus stared at the blood on his handback, narrowing his eyes: "You'll pay. When I reach Europe, I'll kill you myself—I swear it."

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Ximen Wudi was washing in the hot pool when suddenly, sirens blared outside.

He frowned, glanced out the window, but saw no police.

He shook his head: "Ah, dinner's probably cold again."

Ximen Wudi's stomach had long been hollow—he slipped on his swim trunks, went barefoot, walked to the door, and opened it.

He wanted to shout—today's chef was off, dinner was free, no change needed, thank you for your patronage.

But when Ximen Wudi opened the door, he saw three men.

All three wore suits and sunglasses, radiating a clear gangster vibe.

"What's this?" Ximen Wudi asked, puzzled.

"We're here to protect your safety," the lead bodyguard said.

Before he finished speaking, Ximen Wudi punched out.

These three bodyguards never expected Ximen Wudi to strike suddenly—they took multiple hits in one instant.

"I don't like strangers wandering around my room," Ximen Wudi narrowed his eyes, killing intent surging instantly: "Especially when someone spies on my privacy."

"Sorry, honorable Mr. Ximen Wudi," the bodyguard quickly bowed, explaining: "Our duty is to ensure your safety—please understand."

"Oh, I see." Ximen Wudi smiled faintly: "But I don't need bodyguards right now, and I believe few in this world can threaten me."

As he spoke, he suddenly kicked out.

Boom!

The bodyguard was kicked five or six meters away!

The other two bodyguards rushed forward, attacking Ximen Wudi!

Their assault was ferocious, like a storm of wind and rain—any ordinary expert would dare not block it head-on! But Ximen Wudi paid them no mind—he snorted coldly, his palms turning into claws, grabbing both their arms, then yanking them back!

Not even bothering to spare the escorts a glance, he gave a cold snort, formed his palms into claws, seized both men by the arms, and then yanked them back with all his might!

Crack!

Both arms had been torn off by Ximen Wudi!

"Get lost!"

The two bodyguards screamed, flying backward, collapsing on the ground writhing in pain.

Ximen Wudi stood at the pool's edge, coldly saying: "I only said I don't need bodyguards—I never said I dislike fighting. If you want to die, I'll oblige!"

With that, he darted to the two wounded bodyguards and swept a whip-like kick, sending them crashing to the ground.

Thud! Thud!

Their heads slammed hard against the pool wall, instantly unconscious.

Ximen Wudi turned to Zeus, sneering: "Well? Do you still think you have a chance?"

Zeus hadn't anticipated things had turned this way—his expression grew utterly grim.

Just now, Ximen Wudi's move had shocked Zeus—because the other clearly held back; otherwise, with his current physical condition, he couldn't have withstood that blow!

"Damn bastard, I know your secret! You're Apollo's older brother!" Zeus growled.

Ximen Wudi's lips curled slightly, revealing a sinister smile: "I truly hate it when people use my brother's name to pressure me. You should be grateful your life's still intact—if not, I wouldn't mind tossing you into the sea to feed sharks!"

"Heh." Zeus stared at Ximen Wudi, his eyes blazing with intense hatred: "You think defeating me means your brother defeated me? No—this time, I'll make him pay a heavy price!"

Though furious, Zeus knew clearly: this seemingly frail young man possessed overwhelming combat power!

Such an opponent—even Zeus—was unwilling to provoke deliberately!

"You'd better pray you never meet him," Ximen Wudi's lips curled again into a cold arc: "Or I'll crush all hope from you utterly."

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Meanwhile, the speedboat carrying Ximen Wudi had left international waters and reached the island closest to China's territorial boundary.

This island was extremely remote, surrounded only by trees, with no buildings whatsoever.

This made things even more convenient for Ximen Wudi.

"You two go in first, lie in wait nearby—I'll scout ahead." Ximen Wudi pulled Nightingale from the driver's seat: "Otherwise, what if this delicate Miss gets eaten by wild beasts?"

Nightingale said nothing—she merely gazed deeply at Ximen Wudi, then leaped into the ocean.

This Miss always acted this way—no matter how much she denied it, she couldn't help but admire Ximen Wudi's perceptiveness.

Such sharp judgment was something the nightingale did not possess.

"We should get into the water too," a Ye Pu Sect disciple said.

Ximen Wudi nodded. "Alright, be careful."

With his sword in hand, Ye Pu leapt into the sea along with Ximen Wudi and the two disciples, and they surged swiftly forward.

At this season in South America, the seawater was still very cold.

Ximen Wudi's underwater speed was extremely fast, and his body's toughness far surpassed that of an ordinary special forces soldier, so he wasn't worried at all that the water pressure would affect his speed.

As for the two disciples of Haidao, they relied entirely on internal force to prop themselves up, barely managing to keep up with Ximen Wudi's pace.

"We should try to move toward the southeast, since that's where the land is, and we'll have more of an advantage there," Ximen Wudi said. "Besides, if this island really doesn't hold any treasure, then those things must be in the hands of some faction, so the further east we go, the easier it will be for us to gather intelligence."

"Understood, Uncle Feng. Leave this matter to me," one disciple said. "I'm familiar with South America's terrain. There are too many islands here. Finding the destination marked on the treasure map might take a long stretch of time."

"Mm." Ximen Wudi nodded and said, "Then get ready as soon as possible."

"Alright, we'll leave footprints along the way first. Uncle Feng, wait for our news." So saying, this disciple set off along the edge of the small island, tracking northwestward along the coastline.

"Uncle Feng, you be careful too. We have to do it without anyone knowing — if we're discovered, it'll bring you a lot of trouble," the other disciple urged.

"Mm, don't worry." Ximen Wudi nodded.

He knew just how vast this tropical rainforest was, and how far those two disciples could walk; moreover, the opponents were elite-level figures from Ye Pu Mountain, so if they ran into danger, their chances of escape were extremely high.

"I'll head off first. I wish you smooth going." Ximen Wudi waved his hand.

He was now going to look for the radium-gold mine — he hoped this mining area still existed.

"Uncle Feng, stay safe!" the other Ye Pu Mountain disciple shouted.

"Alright, don't worry."

So saying, Ximen Wudi swam off along the small island toward the northwest.

In his view, the primary objective now was to gather information and figure out the reserves and location of the radium-gold mine; only then could he consider the question of mining or selling.

Unfortunately, because the output of radium-gold material was truly far too scarce, the possibility of Ximen Wudi selling the radium-gold mine through regular channels was essentially zero.

Moreover, if he couldn't turn this radium-gold mine from waste into treasure, then Ximen Wudi absolutely would not sell it either.

On this point, Ximen Wudi held to his own position.