Someone had already notified the shooters and mercenaries on the deck side through the communication channel.
Over a hundred of them on the periphery had been taken out one after another, signals cutting off in groups.
Those on the deck were the last ones left on that side.
"She's coming through. Watch yourselves." That was the last transmission from the internal channel.
The signal crackled, then went completely silent.
They no longer bothered threatening these people into signing agreements.
At a time like this, life mattered more.
The group grabbed their guns, planning an ambush in advance.
Shen Yi had seized countless firearms along the way, switching between weapons of every model she could find.
With the power of plot armor,
she could hit them all with her eyes closed.
As the girl walked through the last corridor, the gunmen peeked out from behind cover, only to be picked off one by one.
Some quick-witted gunmen didn't hesitate to drag innocent bystanders forward as shields.
A young woman in an evening gown was shoved to the front, her scream barely escaping her throat before Shen Yi's bullet grazed the strands of hair by her ear, precisely hitting the gunman behind her.
Bullets kept flying in,
all narrowly missing Shen Yi's vital spots.
A few scratches and bruises now—Shen Yi could hardly be bothered.
When the sea breeze swept across the deck, only the echoes of gunfire lingered in the air.
The entire deck fell silent, punctuated by the occasional whisper of the wind.
Everyone stared at the scene in shock and horror.
A girl, drenched in blood, stood in the light, her silhouette sharply defined, a blade in her hand. Her face showed no expression; she blinked slowly, as if tired.
"Murder... murder..." someone on the deck finally screamed, their voice piercing, almost breaking.
A girl. Had killed everyone.
Unbelievable.
This scene was nothing short of terrifying.
After all, a girl who had taken out all the gunmen—
Whether she was an underage girl or some kind of superhuman,
one thing was certain: she was not someone they, ordinary people without even a single gun, could handle.
If she wanted to kill them, no one would escape.
Someone thought about picking up a gun for self-defense, but no one dared move.
All eyes were fixed nervously on Shen Yi, afraid the girl might lose her mind and massacre them.
Unlike the panic gripping everyone else,
Shen Wenta stared at Shen Yi through the papers scattered wildly by the sea wind.
She stood there, drenched in blood, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her walking unsteady.
The sharp intakes of breath around him, the faint screams—he heard none of it.
His composure from moments before shattered into pieces.
He felt cold all over, his fingertips numb and icy.
Shen Wenta had never seen her like this. Never.
He even feared she might die.
An overwhelming surge of disbelief and terror gripped him, strangling his throat.
Under this extreme fear, Shen Wenta's legs weakened, and he couldn't stand up immediately.
Shen Yi's thoughts were hazy.
She was so tired and sleepy, her heart racing.
All she wanted was to sleep. Her eyes could barely stay open, and everything before her began to blur, edges turning faint.
The only thought left was this: she had to make sure that Drama Queen Shen Wenta knew what she had done for him.
That's right, Shen Yi needed gratitude.
He had to know.
Shen Yi scanned the chaos.
She spotted Lu Mingyuan, Sui Ning, and other inconsequential figures.
Then, she walked toward Shen Wenta.
She realized she probably looked quite terrifying right now, and instinctively hugged her arms, but still, she wanted to go to him.
She wanted to say something to him.
Look, I did all this for you.
You should praise me.
Or maybe hug me.
Shen Wenta staggered to his feet, grabbing the railing to steady himself.
He wanted to hold her, but didn't know where to start. His hand hovered in the air, fingertips trembling slightly.
Shen Yi was covered in blood, and he didn't know where to touch without hurting her.
Shen Yi's thoughts were drifting into chaos.
She hesitated, thinking.
...Hey.
Seems like I've lost too much blood.
I'm done for.
Blood loss kills, right?
All that ran through Shen Yi's mind was: That can't happen.
After all, she had killed so many people for him, and if she had to do it all over again, she'd have to get hurt again.
Shen Yi would cry.
Forget it.
Live or die, whatever.
Dying is fine, too.
So tired.
The ground seemed unreal, swaying back and forth.
She blinked, and Shen Wenta's face flickered in her vision.
Shen Yi tried to focus.
...So sleepy.
She let go of all her strength, stumbled forward, and collapsed into his arms.
Her forehead hit his shoulder.
...So tired.
But she still had to emotionally blackmail him.
"Everyone here hates you, Shen Wenta."
"Only me—"
The girl, dripping with blood, her eyes barely open, was still mumbling insistently:
"Only I killed over a hundred people on this ship for you."
Only I love you the most.
