"Slurp."
The expensive red wine went down, and Chen Fan, sitting on the yacht, gazed at the endless blue waves before him with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
A yacht, an incredibly massive one.
Or perhaps, "liner" would be a more fitting description.
The top deck, four stories high, undisturbed.
The clamor from the lower decks did not reach him.
"Damelia!"
Chen Fan's gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of miles, seeing that unknown land.
"Miss, hurry up!"
A commotion sounded from behind him.
Someone had reached the fourth deck.
"Sigh."
Chen Fan let out a sigh.
He should have taken a plane. Why all these troubles?
But then again, flying would also be troublesome.
The people watching him there would likely be even more numerous.
Chen Fan didn't turn around, nor did he stand up, solitary like an old angler, quietly sipping his red wine.
"Heehee..."
The giggling and playing from behind him grew louder.
Suddenly, Chen Fan frowned, but immediately relaxed, still not turning around.
"Ah, who are you?"
"Help..."
"I am the eldest daughter of the Damelia Wenmos family."
"..."
The cries for help grew louder, then abruptly vanished.
It seemed the kidnapping was successful.
But what did any of this have to do with Chen Fan!
Over the years, he had seen too much. Though his heart was not cold, it had long since hardened into an indifferent shell, detached from worldly affairs.
Yet, some things, no matter how much you wished to avoid them, would find their way to your doorstep.
"Sigh."
Chen Fan sighed, slowly turned, and looked at the group that had surrounded him.
Western faces, tall figures.
"I didn't see anything, and I don't want to meddle," Chen Fan said calmly.
As if he hadn't seen the three girls who had already been subdued.
The crowd parted, and the leader of the group stepped forward.
A white man, a ferocious scar extending from his left eye to his chin, his gaze sharp, filled with killing intent: "We of the Dark Church never tolerate bystanders."
Dark Church... Chen Fan nodded.
On the continent of Damelia, the Angelic Holy See was undoubtedly the strongest. And ranked second, and always considered the number one enemy by the Angelic Holy See, was this very Dark Church.
"I understand."
Chen Fan said, "You can leave. You can pretend I don't exist."
He was too calm.
So calm that it felt unreal.
"Hehehe."
An unpleasant laugh came from the leader of the Dark Church.
Bang!
Without any warning.
A massive fist appeared before Chen Fan's face.
The fist carried a fierce gust of wind, arriving with chilling intensity.
"Sigh."
Speechless.
He had just wanted to arrive in Damelia quietly.
He had been so low-key, yet trouble still found him.
The fist stopped, halted inches from Chen Fan's face, less than ten centimeters away.
The fierce fist couldn't even stir a single strand of Chen Fan's hair.
"This... it's really not my fault."
Bang!
Without him making any apparent move, the black-clad man was sent flying backward, overturning the tables and chairs on the fourth deck.
Silence fell over the surroundings.
"Kill."
These members of the Dark Church were clearly not to be trifled with.
Their leader was struck down, yet instead of fear, they became even more ferocious, charging forward.
Cold weapons were drawn, attacking Chen Fan.
"I've already held back."
Chen Fan's expression remained calm, but a hint of impatience flickered in the depths of his eyes.
Truly seeking death.
Didn't these people understand the situation?
"Ah well, once I've dealt with these insignificant insects, perhaps the rest of the journey will be quieter," Chen Fan thought.
The next moment!
"Hum."
As if a gust of wind blew from Chen Fan.
A faint breeze spread out, and all the attacking members of the Dark Church were sent flying.
A gentle breeze that could barely move a corner of one's clothing managed to lift a group of burly men weighing nearly two hundred pounds each.
Including the black-clad leader who had been sent flying earlier.
Blow, blow... Fly, fly.
They flew out of Chen Fan's sight.
When the breeze subsided, only Chen Fan and the three bound women remained on the fourth deck.
Blond hair, blue eyes, bikinis...
Chen Fan glanced at them once and then looked away, not even considering untying them.
His mood had been disturbed; it was better to return to his room.
"Mmmph mmmph mmmph."
The three women struggled, their pleading eyes fixed on the young man who stared straight ahead, preparing to leave.
Chen Fan had intended to feign ignorance, but as he was about to descend the stairs, he saw a throng of tourists rushing up, intending to investigate the situation.
Chen Fan frowned.
On the fourth deck were three bound women, scantily clad and with voluptuous figures.
If...
"Zzzt."
A wisp of breeze shot from his fingertips.
The ropes binding the hands and feet of the three women snapped.
Chen Fan moved aside, allowing the crowd to rush up, while he himself descended the stairs and returned to the ship's basement, where the yacht's cabins were located.
He thought he might finally have some peace.
But shortly after he lay down, there was a knock on his cabin door.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
A weak voice came, a woman's voice.
"No."
Chen Fan rolled over in annoyance. He already knew who it was.
From the voice, he could tell it was one of the bikini-clad women from earlier.
"..."
The voice outside paused, seemingly embarrassed.
But after a moment of awkwardness, the door was knocked on again: "Hello, my name is Wenmos Ashley, and I've come to thank you for saving my life."
Helpless, Chen Fan had no choice but to get up.