On the dock of Hell Paradise Island, an Indian attempted to sneak attack Ling Tian by controlling flying knives with his special ability.
However, the island's owner, Mario Coit, intervened. With a raise of his hand, the flying knives bizarrely altered their course and were drawn to Mario Coit's arm!
It turned out this fellow's special ability was magnetic control, much like Magneto from the movies, though his powers weren't as exaggerated.
The Indian was stunned by this sudden turn of events. He had been so confident in his sneak attack, only to have his ultimate move thwarted.
In that instant, the Indian, enraged and with a touch of madness, raised his hand and sent several more flying knives hurtling out. This time, the knives flew directly towards Mario Coit!
Mario Coit was now utterly furious!
He had just finished explaining the island's rules to everyone, emphasizing that no one was allowed to act in the designated order zone. Yet, before his words had even faded, these people dared to attempt an assassination right in front of him!
What was even more infuriating was that this Indian dared to attack him on his own territory!
No one could tolerate such an act, let alone a wealthy and willful tycoon like Mario Coit!
Furthermore, he had endured these Indians for a long time. They had arrived yesterday, and after landing on the island, they completely disregarded him, the island owner.
Unable to afford the exchange for Icefire Currency, they were relegated to the lowest-tier hotels and meals.
Then, these Indians began to rant and rave, vehemently criticizing and even cursing the island owner, Mario Coit.
What Mario found most unbearable was the Indians' lack of hygiene. They even defecated in the island's order zone!
When stopped by security personnel, these individuals retaliated with vicious curses directed at Mario Coit.
Under normal circumstances, the tycoon would have dealt with them swiftly. However, his current objective was to attract ability users to settle here, so he had held back!
But now, the Indian had openly slapped his face in front of everyone and dared to attack him. This was the final straw, and Coit completely erupted!
He raised his hand once more, and with a series of clanging sounds, the flying knives aimed at him were directly absorbed onto Coit's arm. His arm was now adorned with over a dozen flying knives, making it appear as if it were made of metal.
Mario Coit suddenly flicked his wrist, and the flying knives in his hand shot out, directly at the Indian.
The Indian turned pale with shock. He spread his arms, attempting to use his ability to control the flying knives.
However, the Indian's thinking was too simplistic. Mario Coit's ability was magnetism, a concept entirely different from using one's ability to levitate objects.
Under Mario Coit's control, the flying knives moved as if propelled by an electromagnetic launcher, their speed comparable to bullets.
With a piercing scream, the Indian collapsed in a pool of blood, over a dozen flying knives embedded in his body, making him resemble a porcupine!
As the saying goes, experts see the skill, while onlookers see the spectacle. Ling Tian and the others, upon examining the Indian's wounds, knew that Mario Coit was no ordinary individual!
Although the Indian had sustained over a dozen stab wounds, not a single one had been fatal, meaning he wouldn't die immediately.
However, nearly every single flying knife had pierced through his body.
This implied that Mario Coit could individually control each of these flying knives, demonstrating exquisite precision in their trajectory and force!
Witnessing this, the members of the Chinese team grew serious. Many of the younger individuals had believed they, as the cream of China, would easily overpower and intimidate ability users from other countries.
But now, Mario Coit's display forced them to re-evaluate their opponents.
"Tie him to the flagpole by the dock. Even if he dies, his corpse will remain exposed for three days!
I want to see who dares to treat my words as a joke!" Mario Coit roared in anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, several of his subordinates stepped forward, grabbed the screaming and wailing Indian, and dragged him towards the dock, where they indeed tied him to a thick flagpole.
Blood trailed across the ground all the way.
Mario Coit approached Ling Tian and the others again, a look of apology on his face.
"My sincerest apologies, everyone. I assure you, this will never happen again. You are safe in the order zone!"
At this point, staff members stepped forward to guide Ling Tian and the others to their accommodations.
As the group followed the staff deeper into the island, Ling Tian fell into thought, contemplating Mario Coit. The strength displayed by this man had somewhat exceeded Ling Tian's expectations.
Initially, he had considered Prometheus from the United States to be formidable. However, Ling Tian felt that Mario Coit's strength might even surpass Prometheus.
Just then, Xuanyuan Tangfeng approached.
"Brother Ling Tian, what are you thinking about? You seem so preoccupied."
"I was thinking about that Mario Coit just now. His strength is considerable. By the way, what country is he from?" Ling Tian asked.
"According to publicly available information, he holds passports from at least four countries.
It's truly difficult to say which his nationality is, but he's known as an anarchist," Xuanyuan Tangfeng explained patiently to Ling Tian.
Many countries recognize dual or even multiple citizenships.
Especially for small island nations with small populations, tax evasion and the indiscriminate issuance of passports are often tools for these small countries to accumulate wealth.
"I thought he was American. If he were colluding with Americans, our situation would be quite dire," Ling Tian remarked.
"You're overthinking it. This guy doesn't like Americans. His companies are direct competitors with several American firms, and they're locked in fierce battles.
Those American companies, in particular, often resort to underhanded tactics against him. He's never shown any goodwill towards Americans."
"I see, then I can rest easy!"
Led by the island staff, the group arrived in front of a five-story building.
The staff informed them that this was their accommodation.
Ling Tian and the others entered the building, their brows furrowing. The building looked quite old, with an age of at least 20 years.
In fact, this was a building constructed when Mario Coit first arrived on the island and began his development. After 20 years of weathering, the building was very dilapidated.
The facilities inside were comparable to hostels found around train stations in smaller Chinese cities.