On the front deck of the cruise ship, there was a sun umbrella set up among dozens of dining tables, allowing guests to enjoy a meal while admiring the sea view.
Yu Deye glanced over and happened to see an Indian woman with a vermilion mark on her forehead looking up, casting him a glance.
Not far from the Indian woman, a white man was sitting with his eyes closed, relaxing. He wore a string of sandalwood Buddha beads on each of his wrists and on his neck, which displayed a tattoo of Indra.
"Hmph, trying to kill me, it's not that easy!" Yu Deye wasn't a fool. Though he hadn't been out of the cabin much these past few days, he was not so clueless as to not recognize the Conquerors. Their distinctive style was like a proclamation: I'm a contestant.
The beauty he was speaking to looked at the flippant Yu Deye and ignored him, turning to leave.
