The black-clad man cried out in pain, twisting his body to try and throw Jia Wenjun off his back. But Jia Wenjun held tightly to the man's neck with one hand, and with the other, she locked the man's shoulder tightly from under his arm. At the same time, the hand holding the knife didn't loosen, and her legs were wrapped around the man's waist, keeping her body firmly attached to the black-clad man's back.

Because of Jia Wenjun's action, Bai Ma Shan dodged the knife.

The people in the dark cabin below and those at the ship's corridor thought the scream had come from Bai Ma Shan. His accomplices were not surprised, and even anticipated the next scream.

Wang Laoyezi and the others turned pale. He said in a trembling voice, "What, what are you doing? Why are you beating people to death? What if someone dies?"

The black-clad man guarding them spoke indifferently, as if he'd heard a joke, "Dead? Feed them to the fish."

Hearing this, no one could remain calm.

Who exactly were these people that Anna had said were on their side? They weren't here to save people at all; they were clearly here to kill them!

The wind and rain were heavy. The black-clad man took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. The small red dot flickered in the dark night. Everyone in the ship's corridor felt in danger.

Another black-clad man at the bow of the ship was stabbed by Jia Wenjun. He hadn't taken these two people, who had been hungry for several days, seriously. He didn't expect to be pecked by a weak chicken. Ashamed to call his companions for help, he was exasperated and wanted to quickly get rid of these two burdens.

His shoulder was still throbbing with pain. The man endured the pain and wanted to throw a punch, but he couldn't swing his fist backward to get rid of Jia Wenjun on his back. Bai Ma Shan in front of him was also throwing punches. The man wasn't afraid of the punches, but he was afraid of Jia Wenjun stabbing him again.

He grabbed Jia Wenjun's hair with his backhand and pulled it down.

Her scalp was pulled painfully. Knowing the man wanted to throw her off, Jia Wenjun gritted her teeth and persevered. Her knife was still stuck in the man's shoulder, and she hadn't had time to pull it out. Before pulling out the knife, she couldn't let herself be thrown off.

Her attention was focused entirely on her knife. The moment she forcefully pulled the knife out, the man groaned again in pain. He didn't care whether he could stab accurately or not, and stabbed the knife in his hand towards the person on his back.

The next second after getting her knife back, Jia Wenjun felt a sharp, intense pain in her calf.

She screamed in pain. Fortunately, when the man stabbed, Bai Ma Shan landed a punch on his mouth. His hand slipped, and the blade only made a horizontal cut on the surface of her skin, opening a gash more than ten centimeters long. Although the wound wasn't deep, blood flowed out instantly, and her trouser leg was quickly covered in blood, making it look extremely frightening.

Although the wound didn't injure her bones or tendons, Jia Wenjun, who had been thrown onto the deck, felt all her strength drain away instantly. She was already weak, and now she couldn't even get up.

The black-clad man clutched his bleeding shoulder, wishing he could kill them both with one blow. As he came towards Jia Wenjun, Bai Ma Shan kicked him in the waist from behind, and the man staggered and fell to the ground.

With quick eyes and hands, Bai Ma Shan grabbed the knife the man had dropped on the deck. Seeing that both of them were holding knives, the black-clad man didn't care about losing face and quickly called his companions from the ship's corridor to come over.

The call made Brother Ji in the dark cabin scowl, feeling that his men were useless for not being able to deal with two ordinary people!

Seeing that the black-clad man guarding them had gone to the bow of the ship, Wang Laoyezi hardened his heart. He stood up, picked up a hand-wide wooden stick piled in the corner that they had prepared to use as a torch, and rushed towards the black-clad man.

Seeing this, the others knew that this might be their last chance to save themselves. If Bai Ma Shan was beaten to death by them, then they would be waiting to be fed to the fish.

Hu Sixiang and Lu Maowang were aroused with courage, each grabbing two sticks and following.

Almost at the same time, everyone moved.