The moonlight was somehow covered by dark clouds. The wind started to rise gradually over the sea. The sea breeze carried a faint scent of blood, swirling around Song Yun and the Judge. The Judge’s face bore an expression of excitement, an excitement that made him appear extremely eerie and intimidating. His hand remained hidden in a black glove, his whole body trembling slightly. "Calm down." Song Yun frowned at the sight of the Judge. The Judge’s expression quickly returned to normal, then he smiled and said, "I’m just releasing pressure." Song Yun paused momentarily, then realized that the Judge, like himself, might also need to continuously suppress certain emotions back in their home country, and now had the opportunity to completely let go. However, the way he released his emotions was slightly different from Song Yun’s own method. "I can still control my emotions," the Judge said with a smile, "but right now, I don’t want to control them because I need a perfect release. This way, when I return home, I’ll have a long period of peace." "Understood." Song Yun nodded and said, "Enough talking, let’s go." The two stepped over the lifeless bodies on the ground and headed toward the captain’s cabin at the center. A few gunshots rang out. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 Song Yun and the Judge quickly split up. Song Yun looked toward the captain’s cabin and saw two of Monkey’s men standing at the door, shooting in their direction. Since there was only one path to the captain’s cabin, standing at the door easily blocked Song Yun and the Judge’s way. From the tiny earpiece hanging in Song Yun’s ear came Song Xuri’s voice. "They will have reinforcements in about twenty minutes. Our backup ship will reach your position in ten minutes. I hope you can make the most of your time." Only ten minutes left! Song Yun’s expression turned serious. Those two with their backs to the captain’s cabin were holding the advantageous position, and the only way to approach was through a single path. Charging head-on? That was clearly out of the question since they had AK-47s, weapons much more powerful than M4A1s. Song Yun wasn’t sure he’d remain unscathed after taking a hit. While Song Yun was hesitating, the Judge, hiding on the side, suddenly dashed forward. "Damn, don’t court death!" Song Yun hastily shouted. As soon as the Judge’s body appeared, the two guarding the doorway unleashed a burst of bullets toward him. What Song Yun witnessed next left him stunned. The Judge seemed to transform into a dancer, his entire body moving and swaying, avoiding the AK-47 bullets entirely! Song Yun was confident in dodging bullets too, but only with enough space for maneuvering. In the narrow passage, wide enough for just two people, Song Yun doubted he could avoid all bullets, especially from an AK-47. In Song Yun’s view, the Judge’s movements weren’t particularly fast. Many times, bullets barely scraped past his clothes, meaning his movements — shifting here, dodging there — were precisely timed to let bullets fly past without wasting space or time. The Judge’s actions left the two opposing men stunned as well. An AK-47 magazine has only 30 rounds, and they emptied it within seconds. Before they could reload, the Judge had already closed in on them. It was then that the Judge’s black glove slipped off! A flash of silver flickered. The heads of the two Monkeys decisively flew off. Though shocked, Song Yun didn’t freeze up. As soon as the Judge reached the two men and took them down, Song Yun was already moving, positioning himself behind the Judge. The Judge grinned viciously and charged into the captain’s cabin, Song Yun following right behind. "Didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly!" Inside the captain’s cabin, a man in an olive-drab military coat sat leisurely in a wooden chair. Around him, a circle of people sat with their hands and feet bound. Behind the man, stood another person, also tied up. Beside this group, a few of Monkey’s men stood, holding AK-47s, their muzzles pointed at the person on the ground, glaring hatefully at Song Yun and the Judge. The recent massacre below hadn’t gone unnoticed. The slain were these men’s comrades and friends, so their hatred was natural. "If I’m not mistaken, you both are from the Special Operations Division, right?" the man in the coat said, smiling at Song Yun and the Judge. Song Yun and the Judge exchanged a glance, then turned and said, "Release our people, or you will all die." "Haha, you might not grasp the situation," the coated man laughed. "Though you are formidable and have killed many of us, our ship is on its way and will arrive in over ten minutes. The hostages you aim to rescue are all under our control. In simple terms, any sudden movement from you, and I will kill them. Then, your mission would fail. Haven’t you realized that currently, you can’t do anything?" Song Yun frowned slightly. The man was right; he was indeed powerless at the moment. The enemy had their guns aimed directly at the hostages. A single action from him, and they would surely open fire. The hostages couldn’t be saved. Kill those few? Song Yun felt confident in taking one down before they reacted, but there were five men in total, and he had no assurance of eliminating all instantly. If two or three weren’t taken down at once, hostages would certainly die. According to the mission, these hostages were acceptable losses, but those were national operatives. Here, there seemed to be some ordinary individuals. Were they to be collateral damage as well? Song Yun was conflicted, entangled in a moral dilemma. If he turned and left, his path in Martial Arts might slow, hindered by his conscience.