Chapter 490 Sharpshooter_1

"Boss, why do I have a feeling that something isn't right?"

The young man steering the cruise ship looked at the rapidly approaching vessel, a sense of foreboding growing in his heart.

On such a vast sea, why would that ship come so close to their own?

Truth be told, Maurice Springs had sensed something amiss much earlier.

As the vice-manager of the Willson Pavilion Far East Branch and one of the current chiefs of Deep Cold, Maurice Springs's keen intuition told him that the people nearby were definitely not up to any good.

"Should we test them out first?"

Next to Maurice Springs, a European man with blond hair and blue eyes nonchalantly held a box of throwing weapons and asked.

His face always bore an expression of ease.

"Captain, don't say I didn't warn you; the other party is very capable. Even the Three-Armed Underworld King is no match for him! If you underestimate your enemy, you're likely to suffer!"

Maurice Springs spoke with a grim expression.