Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 490 - 488: Checkmated at the Final Moment

"Can you handle it alone?" Tang Si looked at Song Yi.

"Don’t worry, go ahead."

She knew Tang Si had his own plans: "I am quite capable of self-defense now."

"If there’s anything you need my help with, feel free to tell me. I might be able to assist you."

Tang Si licked his lips and nodded slightly.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, he walked out of the room.

People watched his back, their faces fearful and terrified, with no trace of concern.

When disaster struck, their most instinctual reaction was self-preservation. They weren’t thinking at all about how to escape from this place.

...

Outside, the night lights were colder, penetrating like icy chill into one’s bones.

Tang Si faced the cold wind, holding a specially made flashlight in his hand, looking down at the ground markers.

The slap he gave Strong during the day marked him in a certain way, which only this special flashlight could reveal. This way, he could track where Strong had been on the ship.

Tang Si didn’t go to the singing room but instead followed these markers around the ship.

Eventually, he arrived at the cockpit.

Strong wasn’t in the cockpit.

He squinted his eyes, directly looking toward the direction of the captain’s storage room.

If his guess was right—

He reached out and pulled open the door, instantly stepping back two paces,

The inside of the washing machine was full of blood, stains were all over the drain area, and there was a bucket with blood splattered.

The strong smell was nauseating.

Tang Si’s gaze fell straight on the washing machine.

He roughly knew where the real source of blood in the bathroom was coming from.

...

"Click—" Just as Tang Si was preparing to walk across the blood-stained floor.

The cockpit door was pushed open.

Strong walked in, sneering at Tang Si: "I knew you would come."

Tang Si halted his steps, glanced sideways at Strong, and coldly spat out two words: "Purpose?"

Strong: "Your life."

Tang Si raised his brows coolly, letting out a sudden cold laugh: "Coming at this time, isn’t it a bit late?"

If Strong truly intended to kill him, he had many chances to do so during the journey on this ship.

Yet he chose to create so many so-called supernatural events before telling him he wanted him dead.

Why?

Tang Si had his suspicions, because at this fixed point, in this sea area where Strong could utilize it, he wanted to accomplish something with two outcomes. One was to kill him, and the other had to be completed in this sea area.

And perhaps this was the best location for his murder.

Strong started to laugh: "You know you’re on the defensive now, yet you’re still acting so brazen?"

"Hmm." Tang Si looked at Strong, showing no sign of fear: "Do you know what ’turning the tables’ means?"

"China has an old saying, ’being revived from a desperate situation.’

Strong frowned, not understanding these confusing words.

His Chinese was good, but he hadn’t learned anything about those historical confusions.

Proverbs and such, even less clear.

"Don’t understand?" Tang Si stepped on a pool of blood, staining his white casual shoes and light gray joggers.

And the man remained calm, Strong couldn’t see a shred of fear in his eyes.

It was such an opponent that made him have a certain unsettling feeling inside.

He began to fear whether Tang Si had already grasped his leverage, thus being so fearless.

Otherwise, why didn’t he show even a hint of a crisis expression?

And this was purely a psychological battle. In this aspect, Strong was clearly a bit green.

"Then you just have to..." Tang Si smiled: "Wait to die."

"I’m not going to waste my words!" Strong was enraged, wanting to rush forward to attack. At this moment, a voice came through the earpiece.

The voice was gentle: "Don’t fight him, you can’t beat him."

"He’s playing psychological games with you. Don’t get provoked; stick to the rhythm of our original plan, just lock him inside, and let the sniper take care of it from afar."

Strong’s hand stopped, his steps halting midway, glaring hard at Tang Si.

Tang Si’s eyes squinted slightly. He suspected that this move was definitely remotely directed.

Strong began to leave. Tang Si seized the opportunity, reacting very quickly, suddenly moving forward to grab Strong’s wrist.

This speed was ghost-like, Strong couldn’t react in time, as his other hand attempted to throw a punch in counterattack.

But before he could, Tang Si pressed his hand, fiercely chopping him to the ground, and immediately stomped on Strong’s back.

He stepped hard, pinning him underfoot. The series of actions were fluid and extremely quick.

Every move vividly illustrated what was called violent beauty.

Before Strong could say anything, Tang Si had already handcuffed him tightly, securing his hands behind his back.

Strong struggled, cursing under his breath.

Again, a voice came through his earpiece: "Idiot, I told you not to spar with him, not to talk to him!"

Tang Si stood up, his hands stained with blood from the ground.

Looking down at Strong, he suddenly kicked him hard into the deepest part of the cockpit.

Step by step, he approached Strong, internally trembling and fearful,

Finally understanding what the person meant by Tang Si being terrifying.

The man in front of him was far more than just this persona; he wasn’t merely outwardly appearing easy to deal with, with his seemingly indifferent and lazy manner.

Since the beginning of the cruise incident, everything had been unfolding, but this man had always stayed put, seemingly uninterested in it.

Yet he was now checkmating at the final moment.

Even with so many deaths on the ship, Tang Si could remain seated without moving, as if none of this was related to him.

And Tang Si understood well; he didn’t know the motives behind these people, so with more deaths on the ship, he had no way to stop it.

Nor did he know the capabilities of those on the ship. Could he even save everyone onboard with his skills alone? All these were unknowns; until it became clear, he wouldn’t take any action.

He would only stabilize himself.

Tang Si leaned closer to Strong, half crouching down, coldly removing the earpiece from his ear.

He tried to converse with the person on the other side, but the earpiece had already been cut off.

There was no sound from the other side.

Nor was there any movement.

Tang Si gritted his teeth, stood up, and once again approached the washing machine inside the storage room. It was indeed as he suspected, all the corpses on the ship were inside.