Wang Yan took a glance at Zhang Kai, and immediately stepped on the container below him, leaping up towards the dock.
The container, under Wang Yan's forceful step, suddenly dropped down, crashing onto the already devastated freighter.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the enormous freighter swiftly sank into the sea.
The burning flames collided with the seawater, making a sharp "sizzle" sound. In no time, the entire freighter sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving only a gigantic whirlpool on the surface.
The lifeboat that Zhang Kai was on got caught up in the whirlpool, and Zhang Kai himself was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Yan landed on the dock, gently placing the mast on the ground, walked to the top of the mast, untied the ropes, and released San and Sun Da.
Fang, Li, and the others immediately rushed forward, surrounding Wang Yan. Having just escaped death, and with Wang Yan risking his life to rescue them, now that he returned safely, there was nothing but gratitude and excitement in their eyes.
However, San was fixated on the top of Wang Yan's head. After Wang Yan untied his rope, San excitedly exclaimed, "Boss, there's something on your head…"
At this moment, the Demon Pattern on Wang Yan's head had already disappeared, but San kept staring, as if trying to find something in thin air.
When Wang Yan unleashed the Demon Pattern Divine Technique, it was amidst the flames, so Fang, Li, and the others hadn't seen it.
Thus, seeing San continuously staring at the top of Wang Yan's head, Fang and the others couldn't help but be puzzled.
At this point, Sun Da stepped forward and covered San's mouth, stopping the rest of his words.
Then, Sun Da knelt down in front of Wang Yan with a "thump", respectfully saying, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
San was stunned and asked in confusion, "Sir Sun, haven't you already apprenticed yourself to Brother Wang Yan? Why do it again?"
Sun Da continued kneeling there. Despite his hair being soaked with seawater, his eyes were shining brightly, looking at Wang Yan with anticipation.
Wang Yan glanced at Sun Da and said calmly, "So, you know?"
Sun Da nodded respectfully, replying, "I've only heard mysterious tales like these secondhand, today is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes, but..."
Just then, the sound of police sirens came from afar, followed by the dark night sky being lit by blue and red police lights.
Wang Yan looked up and said, "The constables are here, let's leave first."
With that, Wang Yan led San, Sun Da, Fang, and the rest out of the dock, disappearing into the dark streets.
In no time, over a dozen police cars rushed into the dock, where Su Yamo led dozens of police officers, armed with pistols, to the shoreline.
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Floating on the sea were hundreds of mutilated corpses; some had been broken into pieces, others burned beyond recognition.
Around the bodies floated countless remnants of the freighter. Some still had lingering flames, while wisps of black smoke rose into the sky, shrouded under a large cloud of black smoke, refusing to disperse despite the strong sea breeze.
Beneath the sea, faint lights could be seen, sketching the outline of a sunken ship.
After being dazed for a while, Su Yamo cried out, "Quick, call for ambulances and rescue people from the sea."
One after another, dozens of ambulances and rescue vehicles arrived at the dock, along with rescue ships sailing over the sea. They worked tirelessly until the next day at noon to barely retrieve the bodies from the sea.
Looking at the hundreds of corpses laid out on the dock, a trace of doubt rose in Su Yamo's mind again. She gritted her teeth, raised her head, and let out an angry sound through her throat, "It must be you again! Why do so many things happen after you come? Were you sent by heaven to torment me?"
The next day, Wanghai City's news broke a major story: most members of the Eight Great Gangs on Eight Great Street had perished in the dock shipwreck, with the cause of death still under investigation.
Just as Su Yamo and the others were exceedingly busy, Wang Yan and company had already returned to Eight Great Street.
Fang and the others returned to their respective homes, while Wang Yan led Sun Da and San back to the Three Principles Hall.
After closing the newly repaired doors of the Three Principles Hall.
Sun Da knelt once more before Wang Yan, eagerly saying, "Master, please accept me as your disciple and teach me the Demon Pattern Divine Technique."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan nodded and said, "So you do know about the Demon Pattern Divine Technique."
Hearing the words "Demon Pattern Divine Technique," San was a bit puzzled. Scratching the back of his head, he asked, "What's the Demon Pattern Divine Technique? Could it be the wolf shadow on Brother Wang Yan's head just now?"
Wang Yan nodded and replied, "Precisely."
Seeing Wang Yan not deny it, Sun Da was overjoyed and quickly said, "Master, I sincerely wish to learn. 'Once a teacher, always a father,' I vow to treat Master like a father, serving you faithfully."
Seeing an elderly Sun Da kneeling before Wang Yan with such earnestness, San couldn't help but find it odd and began to laugh.
Sun Da, noticing San's laughter, hurriedly said, "Brother San, quickly come and apprentice yourself too. Encountering someone with the Demon Pattern Divine Technique is indeed our fortune."
San awkwardly laughed and said, "Sir Sun, you call me brother and call Brother Wang Yan master, and I'm still calling you Sir Sun. Our ranks are indeed peculiar."
Sun Da awkwardly laughed too, saying, "No matter what, Master Wang Yan is my master, and we'll discuss our brotherhood separately."
Wang Yan waved his hand and said to Sun Da, "First, get up. The Demon Pattern Divine Technique isn't something that can be activated overnight. Tell me, how did you come to know about it?"
At this moment, Sun Da was completely obedient to Wang Yan. Seeing that Wang Yan asked him to rise and hadn't refused his request to be a disciple, Sun Da hurriedly got up and respectfully said, "Master, I've lived over seventy years and have vaguely heard some legends of Demon Pattern Divine Ability Users. It's said that in this world, there are many people with mysterious abilities, known as Demon Pattern Divine Ability Users. They usually appear as ordinary humans but can achieve feats beyond human capability. It's said that many great achievers have Demon Patterns."
"Are there many Demon Pattern Divine Ability Users in this world?" Wang Yan asked.
Sun Da nodded and said, "I've heard the world sprint champion, the female flyer Joyner, supposedly has a rabbit Demon Pattern, and the singer Huang Jiaju, reportedly has the Demon Pattern of a nightingale. Hitler had a fighting cock Demon Pattern, and Edison..."
Sun Da counted on his fingers, listing the names of several world-renowned figures.
San, standing by, curiously asked, "Sir Sun, why are all the people you mentioned dead?"
Sun Da nodded and said, "Upon their deaths, mysterious energy tattoos were found on their bodies, leading to such speculation. But to this day, no one can confirm the existence of these tattoos. However, there is reportedly a department in the world dedicated to finding Demon Pattern Masters. At the dock, I didn't speak openly because too many people might cause trouble for you. So, Master, be cautious and try not to reveal your Demon Patterns to ordinary people."
Sun Da's words made Wang Yan more aware of the presence of Demon Pattern Masters in this world, and he nodded in acknowledgment.
After a bit of conversation, Wang Yan suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, we just wiped out the Eight Great Gangs, and now there's no one left of them. But over the years, they must have amassed a lot of money, right?"
Hearing this, San's eyes lit up with excitement, "Brother Wang Yan, the Eight Great Gangs were immensely rich! If we get their money, we'll strike it rich."
Wang Yan smiled and said, "Since it now belongs to no one, let's go and take it all."
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