That puzzled him.
In the game world, yellow typically represented a mission objective. But now that he had returned to reality, why would such a marker still exist? He had already reached the absolute peak—every skill mastered, every artifact obtained.
What kind of reward could possibly remain?
There was no time to dwell on it.
First, he would deal with them.
Shaun Cole leapt upward, catching the second-floor railing. With a light pull, his body rose soundlessly onto the upper deck.
Clang—
A Hidden Blade snapped out from his wrist.
The blade was one centimeter wide and ten centimeters long. Under the moonlight, it emitted a cold, deadly sheen. Its tip was impossibly thin—sharp as a silver needle.
Killing intent flickered through Shaun Cole's eyes.
He walked straight toward the room where the hijackers were gathered.
Against ordinary men with no real combat training, stealth was unnecessary.
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, the cabin door was kicked open.
Inside, the hijackers stared at him in shock.
Shaun Cole stepped in, arms slightly spread.
"You—!"
The man at the front had barely begun to speak when Shaun Cole's hand clamped around his throat.
Shhk—
A faint sound followed.
Shaun Cole withdrew his hand.
The man clutched his neck as blood poured through his fingers. The next second, he collapsed to the floor, twitched once—and went still.
Seeing their companion die instantly, fear flashed across the remaining hijackers' faces—followed by rage.
"Kill him!"
The bald, tattooed man roared.
Before they could charge, Shaun Cole moved first.
Both Hidden Blades shot out as he lunged forward—
Slash!
Two more lives were extinguished in an instant.
Only two hijackers remained.
The bald man drew a pistol and aimed it at Shaun Cole.
Bang!
Shaun Cole shifted his body slightly, the bullet grazing past him.
Seeing the strangely dressed man evade a gunshot, terror flooded the bald man's face.
The final hijacker collapsed to the floor, paralyzed with fear.
"No—don't come closer!"
"AH—!"
The bald man's scream echoed one last time…