“Heh heh!” William Carter looked at everyone, couldn’t help but tilt his head back and chuckle, saying, “I won’t retreat. All along, I’ve never known what it means to retreat. I only know how to fight to the end with my brothers! This, you all understand, don’t you?!”

Everyone exchanged glances; no one dared say another word. Golden Eye took out two pistols from the back of his waist, handed one to Charles Foster, and whispered, “Just in case!”

A warmth rose in Charles Foster’s heart. He nodded, expressing his gratitude. He, Eric Turner, and the Five Elements brothers were all good friends from the Beihong Sect, true brothers. Their bond was deep—there was no need for words to express anything; just a look was enough for the other to understand.

At this moment, two speedboats appeared in everyone’s line of sight. Each speedboat was stained with blood, and the people inside looked like blood-soaked gourds.

“They’re from the Soul Group!” Golden Eye had sharp eyes. At a glance, he saw that the people on the speedboats weren’t members of Blood Kill. Without thinking, he raised his hand and fired.

“Bang!” The shot was precise, piercing through the front glass of one speedboat. The bullet went straight through the helmsman’s forehead.

Nice! William Carter praised inwardly. Even though Golden Eye hadn’t fired a gun in half a year, his marksmanship was still astonishingly accurate.

A streak of blood shot from the helmsman’s forehead, and the man flew backward out of the speedboat. The now-uncontrolled speedboat, like an arrow off the string, shot straight toward the warship. Three or four wounded men lay inside the speedboat. At this moment, there was no despair in their eyes; instead, a sudden, excited glint flashed in their ashen gaze.

“Damn!” Golden Eye shouted, grabbing William Carter and urging, “Brother Eric, abandon ship, quick!”

The boat they were on was indeed a warship, but only a small model, with thin armor, unable to withstand the powerful impact of an out-of-control speedboat. If it really crashed, the end result would be mutual destruction.

William Carter patted the hand gripping his arm and smiled, “What’s the rush?! Don’t forget, we’re on a warship now!”

In just the time it took to say that, the distance between the speedboat and the warship shrank to only ten meters. Everyone on deck saw it clearly, and cold sweat instantly soaked the backs of their shirts. Yet, not a single person jumped off the warship out of fear. In their hearts, they all believed that as long as William Carter was there, no disaster would befall them. Their worship of William Carter bordered on blind faith—they would even entrust their lives to him. Fortunately, they had not chosen the wrong person to follow.

Before Golden Eye could speak, William Carter raised his hand high and said, “A warship has many uses, and one very important one is…” He paused, then suddenly swung his hand downward.

Everyone heard a series of explosive roars from behind, and the entire warship shook violently.

Many people lost their footing and fell to the deck in fright.

The autocannon not far behind them let out an angry roar. Twenty half-meter-long, two-finger-thick autocannon shells were fired in unison, not a single one missing its target, all slamming into the speedboat. The powerful shells blasted large, one-foot-wide holes in the hull; when they hit the men inside, they blew them in half. The three or four wounded men inside didn’t even have time to scream before they were vaporized in the violent explosion, their remains sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Oh… my god! Not only were the people on the other speedboat stunned, even Charles Foster, Golden Eye, and the others were dumbfounded.

Though they’d been on Jile Island for some time, it was their first time witnessing the might of the warship’s autocannon. The power of this weapon far surpassed that of pistols, submachine guns, or rifles—being hit by it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Charles Foster swallowed hard, turned to look at the still-smoking gun barrel, and stared in a daze.

After a while, he snapped out of it and laughed at his own naivety. He used to think this warship was just for William Carter to go yachting. He smiled wryly, “If I’d known we had this thing, we wouldn’t have needed Blood Kill’s help at all…”

“One very important use of a warship is that it can destroy other boats!” William Carter turned and gestured, and several crew members in the pilothouse immediately steered the warship slowly toward the other speedboat. William Carter clasped his hands behind his back, stood tall on the deck, his eyelids drooping slightly as he looked down at the men in the speedboat. Seeing the panic in their eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up in a faint, contemptuous smile.

“Are you afraid?” William Carter asked with a smile.

There were still eight men on the speedboat, half of them wounded—obviously gifts from Blood Kill.

They didn’t understand Chinese and couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, but expressions and eyes know no borders. The arrogance and coldness, the utter disdain and penetrating insight in William Carter’s gaze sent a chill to the very core of the eight remaining Soul Group members.

It was this man who had destroyed the Soul Group.

It was also this man who had killed countless of their comrades.

William Carter’s hands could be said to be stained with the Soul Group’s blood.

One of the men, eyes bloodshot, suddenly let out a strange cry, raised his gun, and aimed at William Carter on the deck.