Chapter 12: Duan Xiaolong
It was like a missile had suddenly hit the ship. Yu Han was flung out of his bed, kissing the floor with a painful thud.
“Motherfu—” Li Yao’s curse rang from somewhere.
Yu Han’s vision buzzed blue and red, and when the stars cleared up, he found himself leaning on a wall for balance.
“What business does fellow Daoist have with this Verdant Blade Sect’s vessel?” Qiao Jinhai’s voice echoed. It was unusually subdued, unlike his usual arrogant tone.
“Merely hunting a worm who dared to steal. The little worm should tremble. Kneel and beg for mercy,” replied a low, rumbling voice, as if a beast was speaking.
“Fellow Daoist surely jests—”
Another explosion rocked the ship. The floorboard creaked, and dust and wood chips fell from the ceiling.
Li Yao opened the door and rushed out. “Are you coming or what?” he yelled at Yu Han. “We’re dead if the roof collapses!” Outside the door, a few more recruits ran through the wardroom corridor.
Do I follow? Yu Han clenched his fist, then wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.