An old man looked bedridden.
A middle-aged man with a military bearing.
A black man who was very tall and extremely muscular.
There was also a boy in a wheelchair, his blond hair quite smooth, unlike an ordinary child.
Then there was the man who had just spoken, with long hair and beard, around thirty years old.
Finally, there was a couple, but both were women, not the stereotypical image of lesbians that Wen Xishu had in mind. For instance, one woman had short hair and dressed quite androgynously...
Both were dressed in a way that conformed to the standard feminine appearance, except one had a more provocative style with Latin American skin tone and the other had an intellectual, icy beauty like a CEO.
The provocative one was feeding the CEO something with a spoon, but the CEO seemed to have no appetite.
After sizing up the group of people, Wen Xishu said:
"My name is Wen Xishu. I have forgotten which zone I come from."
"Wen Xishu? Sounds like... a Longxia name. Ha, in the Ark, the status of Longxia People isn't high. After all, when we were working on the Ark, you Longxia People insisted on burrowing underground. Got to say, Longxia is always right."
This was not the man mocking Free Country; he said this because at least—he didn't know what obstacles Longxia's bunkers faced. But he was very clear about the obstacles the Ark faced.
Wen Xishu also knew about that plan—the Dragon Hide Plan. He instantly thought of the scheme from Longxia.
It seems that now, in response to the apocalypse, every country had a plan.
Some countries, like Longxia's neighbor, the country with vast territories, tried to build space stations in the sky.
There were others, like Longxia, attempting to build bunkers underground.
And some countries were building Arks on the sea.
Of course, some countries gambled their national luck, going for full evolution of their population, betting everything on it.
Up until now, Wen Xishu had come to the Ark, and besides the space stations in the sky, he seemed to have knowledge of every kind of bunker.
"My name is Russell, I'm from Zone Two, which is all people like me from Vulture Country. I've had bad luck because it's my turn. But I've always suspected... there's something wrong with the lottery mechanism." Russell said.
He was actually quite strong, with long hair and a long beard, giving off a bit of a Middle Eastern strongman vibe.
Wen Xishu tried to recall many things but still couldn't remember any useful memories.
He only knew he was in an exceptionally large seaborne vessel called the Ark.
At the same time, he seemed to have received a mission, one that was very dangerous, enough to allow him to enjoy a very sumptuous meal.
Russell saw that Wen Xishu didn't speak but looked around.
"Eight people need to land on the island to calm the wrath of the Sea Beast. He doesn't speak, you six aren't speaking either?"
The sickly old man responded to Russell:
"Talking more is meaningless. Russell… you have a good appetite, eat more."
Russell didn't have much to say to such a senile old man.
Suddenly, Wen Xishu stood up.
As he stood up, all the soldiers on the periphery instantly raised their guns, aiming at Wen Xishu.
"I was wondering why my luck was so good, eating such a delicious meal. Turns out I'm having my last meal before an execution, just like the first time!"
The first time Wen Xishu arrived at the bunker, he was having a last meal as well, only back then he craved KFC and iced cola.
After all, the bunker had limited resources.
This time, Wen Xishu was quite pleased with the quality of this last meal, but he needed to figure out what was going on.
"May I ask a few questions, everyone?" Wen Xishu turned around and looked at the soldiers at the door.
"Sit down! No. 1195628! Sit down!" the soldier barked sternly.
Wen Xishu did not sit down.
Because he possessed Triforce power, because he possessed immense strength.
As long as the opponents were still using guns, they were not worth his concern.
Russell hadn't yet understood what was happening, only feeling a wind sweeping through the dining room, causing the delicious dishes on the tables to wobble even more violently.
And in Wen Xishu's hand was already the barrel of a gun, which he began disassembling.
That exaggerated action seen in Indian movies was being recreated by him in reality.
When the soldiers reacted, Wen Xishu had already dismantled a weapon into all its component parts.
Even though this was over sixty floors high, even though there would certainly be great danger here—
But the spiritually powerful Wen Xishu found no special ability users around.
Russell, the old man, the muscular black man, the boy in the wheelchair, the middle-aged man with a military bearing, and the lesbian couple were all stunned.
"OMG, there really is Longxia kung fu?" Russell felt a bit shocked.
But everyone quickly recovered their composure.
At Sea Beast, they'd encountered everything. No matter how strong a person's abilities were, could they be stronger than the sea beasts below the surface?
"No. 1195628! Calm down! Calm down! We never thought you'd be an ability user! But even as an ability user, you must follow the new Ark Sea Beast regulations!"
"You agreed to it before. If you now go back on your word because of your identity as an ability user... it might not be impossible, but we hope you stay calm! We don't mean you any harm!"
The soldiers' captain, wearing a helmet, said.
His tone was very tense.
Wen Xishu seemed to hear it.
The other side was very afraid of his identity as an ability user. Obviously, ability users were those with superhuman capabilities, also known as the gifted ones.
And in this Ark, there were not just one or two ability users.