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Chapter 4603: 5.0355 Out of Control

These five young men had very ordinary appearances, but the killing intent emanating from them was incredibly sharp. Their clothes, worn down by prolonged exposure to wind and sand, were now indistinguishable in color. Each man's eyes were piercing, with a coldness that seemed to emanate from their gaze, glinting with chilling light.

In just a moment, many of the supplies in the cabin were tallied and sorted into boxes. The leading young man took out a storage talisman, packed everything into it, then turned and gave Duoshan Ming a chilly look. "By our master's command, we are temporarily taking over the task of guarding you."

"Now, everyone stand here."

"Men and women stand separately."

"Move faster!"

"And those few hiding in the cabin, stop hiding, come up to the deck."

"Young Master," the two courtesans tearfully grabbed Duoshan Ming's arm.

Duoshan Ming was now too preoccupied to care about the beautiful women. He quickly shook off their hands and cried out in panic, "Brothers, brothers, I am the direct descendant of the Duo clan of Wangchuan."

"What do you want? Supplies? Money! I have all of these!"

"I have all these things! I can give everything to you, just show me a way out."

The five young men ignored him completely. One stepped forward and reached out to pull Duoshan Ming. Seeing the situation was not good, Duoshan Ming hardened his heart and with an angry look, just as he summoned a weapon from his consciousness, he watched in disbelief as his spiritual artifact was flung far away, as if gripped by an invisible giant claw.

With a thud, it embedded itself in the deck at the bow of the ship.

"How could this happen?" Duoshan Ming was completely stunned, his face contorted as he looked at the spiritual artifact, desperately trying to use his spiritual sense to recall it.

"Heh, don't bother wasting your effort. Face reality. In this place, even the most powerful cultivation is useless."

One young man sneered, "So, you're Young Master Duo of the Duo clan of Wangchuan, eh?"

He walked up and slapped Duoshan Ming across the face. Duoshan Ming was left disoriented by the blow, nearly slipping to the ground.

Neither of the two courtesans dared to speak, trembling as they crouched to the side, biting a corner of their silk handkerchiefs, their eyes filled with panic.

"That slap is a lesson for your ignorance and disrespect towards our master."

"Stand properly!"

"Men and women stand on separate sides."

"Are you not understanding human language?"

Several women and two or three children, who wanted to cry but dared not cry loudly, were driven up from the lower deck. They seemed to be the families of some shiphands.

They hesitantly stood on either side, the shiphands' eyes showing hints of terror, timidly wanting to shrink behind Duoshan Ming.

Duoshan Ming was also panicked. He casually pushed a shiphand beside him, shoving him in front of himself. "You stand over there."

"Husband."

"Dad!!"

The cries of the women and children followed.

The shiphand lost his footing for a moment and fell to the ground with a thud, landing right at the feet of one of the young men. This person trembled all over, crying out inwardly: My life is over.

However, the young man merely looked down at him, then calmly said, "Stand over there, and stand properly."

"Yes, yes."

The group stood timidly on the deck, exchanging bewildered glances. They had no idea why they were made to stand there, and even less what they were waiting for.