"You want to fight with me?"
The woman snuffed out the burning cigarette, leaving only wisps of smoke rising in her hand.
Zhang Cuihua in the crowd looked at the rising nicotine greedily and sniffed almost aggrieved.
"Little girl, you'd better be sensible!" The brawny man stretched out his black-haired palm, and grabbed the woman's white and tender wrist.
But to his surprise, the woman in the red skirt jumped on her toes and passed over his head lightly, like a bird, and landed behind him without a sound.
"You..." The burly man opened his eyes wide in astonishment, before his exclamation came out, it suddenly turned into a shrill scream: "Hand! My hand—"
He screamed and fell to his knees, writhing in pain while holding his wrists, blood spilled all over the deck.
His left hand had disappeared, and the cut surface of the wrist sprayed with plasma was as flat as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.
The woman in the red skirt looked at the strong man indifferently, and stroked a slender steel wire with two fingers to wipe off the blood on the wire, with a cold expression on her face.
It wasn't until the end of the good show that the crowd suddenly burst into laughter: "Idiot! Where did this stunner come from, who doesn't even know Starscream, and dares to take the initiative to seek death!"
Starscream, one of the top ten novelists on the stone tablet of the White Tower, is wearing a red dress and a female cigarette stick in her hand, which is her signature attire.
That brawny man must be a half-baked guy who just started, that's why he dared to mess with the top ten people. He just lost a hand this time, so he was lucky!
Most novelists are laughing at the strong men, but many ordinary tourists who are only "spectators" can't stand the bloody scene in front of them and just want to escape from here.
Someone screamed uncontrollably, turned around and fled to the upper deck of the cabin.
Almost accompanied by the scream, many novelists wearing black bracelets looked at each other, and almost immediately launched their respective skills to catch up.
The scene was instantly chaotic.
The person wearing the black bracelet is constantly chasing and looting.
The person wearing the white bracelet was either frozen in place, or ran away in a panic.
Shen Yu was also among the hunted crowd.
He raised his head and looked at the cabins above his head, which were higher than the next floor, and suddenly remembered what Captain Hans had said before.
Invite distinguished guests to the ballroom on the top floor to participate in the dance...
He realized it instantly, strode up the gangway leading to the top floor, and shouted loudly at the crowd wearing white bracelets below: "Go to the top floor! According to the rules of the cruise ship, people with black bracelets are not allowed to approach the dance hall on the top floor!"
The ball was prepared for the distinguished passengers, and in the eyes of the captain, the "inferior species" naturally couldn't get close to the ballroom of the upper class.
The sound was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, instantly waking up everyone present.
Those who react quickly have already begun to climb up desperately.
But Shen Yu's shout instantly made him a target of public criticism.
"Where did this little boy come from? What is his identity?"
"I haven't seen it! Newcomers who have entered the tower not long ago..."
"He also has a white bracelet!"
"catch him!!"
A few novelists wearing black bracelets raised their knives towards him without saying a word.
Shen Yu's eyes sank, he pressed his left hand on the black book, and used the props
[An unremarkable engineer shovel].
The heavy hand of the engineer shovel fell into his hand, and his heart relaxed slightly.
Just at this time, a person had already rushed in front of him, and the gun in his hand slashed fiercely at the top of his head.
Shen Yu raised his shovel to block.
With a "click", this seemingly ordinary shovel cut off the sharp spear in one go.
The novelist holding half of the gun was taken aback for a moment, and before he could react, Shen Yu slapped the tip of his nose with a shovel!
With a scream, he clutched the broken bridge of his nose, nosebleeds between his fingers, and stumbled down the gangway.
Without the slightest stagnation, Shen Yu launched the second skill like flowing clouds and flowing water
[Gift from the female ghost].
Bloody threads appeared out of thin air, spread wantonly, and instantly entangled the other pursuers.
He was holding onto the handrail of the gangway, and like a dexterous cat, he shook off everyone and climbed to a higher cabin.
Three seconds later, the novelists, who were wrapped in blood and were about to suffocate, fell to the ground with flushed faces, clutching their necks and coughing violently.
"Who is this kid? He doesn't look like a newcomer at all!"
"I don't know! I have never seen his pen name on the stone tablet of the White Tower..."
"Are all newcomer novelists nowadays monsters?"
Starscream, whom no one dared to provoke before, Shi Shiran also came over at this time, looked at the direction Shen Yu left, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"This newcomer is interesting!"
Then her disdainful eyes turned to the group of red-faced novelists.
"The appearance of you being overconfident and bullying is no different from the clowns you ridiculed before." She sneered and walked away as if no one else was around.
Before leaving, Starscream said: "A group of frogs in the well!"
Looking at her back, the people who were ridiculed dared not speak out, and could only watch the boss leave.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, many people who had no self-protection ability but wore white wristbands also took the opportunity to flee to the top.
But there were still many unlucky ones who were intercepted by others and forced to hand over their white bracelets before they could escape.
There was chaos on the deck again.
…
After running to the top floor of the cruise ship in one breath, Shen Yu stopped to take a rest.
As he thought, those who wore black bracelets, not to mention entering the top floor, even the three cabins near the top, would be driven down by the sailors guarding the side.
"Go away, low-class scumbag! Is this where you should come? Go back to your bottom cabin and be with shipworms!"
One of them, wearing a black wristband, wanted to force his way into the upper deck because he didn't want to watch his prey slip away, but was shot dead by the sailors, and his bloody corpse was pushed into the water to feed the fish.
And those who escaped to the upper floor by chance, as long as they wear white bracelets, they will be respectfully invited to the ballroom by the sailors.
Shen Yu was the first to reach the top floor.
The door of the ballroom in front of me is slowly opening.
A group of tall, handsome men and women, all blond and blue-eyed, poured out of the ballroom in order to greet them: "Dear passengers, the dance is about to begin, we are your dance partners!"
These handsome and beautiful boys and girls were so enthusiastic that it made people blush. Many people who were still in shock were dragged into the ballroom at a loss.
A blond girl who looked no more than ten years old, enthusiastic and cheerful, with a rosy face, youthful and pleasant, like a cute lark, flew into Shen Yu's arms: "Dear Mr. Passenger, I am your dance partner. , would you like to dance with me?"
Shen Yu narrowed his eyes, took a step back vigilantly, and tried to distance himself from the enthusiastic girl: "Of course! Beautiful lady, it is my honor to dance with you."
"I haven't asked your name yet?"
The girl giggled: "My name is Chris."
"Okay, Miss Chris, please hold my hand, and be careful not to fall!" Shen Yu used holding hands as an excuse, and finally pushed away the girl who had been throwing herself into his arms.
"God, you are such a respectable gentleman." The smile on Chris's face became more delicate.
While talking, the two had already walked into the ballroom.
Even though he had already prepared himself, the ballroom on this cruise ship still surprised Shen Yu a little.
The dome and the floor are inlaid with gold threads, and ornaments such as ivory, emerald, and pearls are placed on all sides, all of which are ostentatiously luxurious and unabashedly ostentatious.
At this time, in the ballroom, people have already started dancing in pairs.
Everyone is assigned a dance partner, even those who are clumsy and unable to dance, all blushed, and walked awkwardly under the patient guidance of the dance partner.
When Shen Yu was in college, out of interest, he spent a year in the waltz club on campus. At this time, he was quite comfortable with simple dance steps.
At least it's better than those next to you who always step on your partner's feet.
After dancing to the song, Chris smiled almost in surprise: "God! Your dance steps are simply amazing."
"It's the first time I've seen such an outstanding gentleman like you. His dancing steps, self-cultivation, and appearance are all impeccable. Are you from aristocratic background? Otherwise, how could you have such a pale and noble complexion!"
Hearing her endless praise, Shen Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
From childhood to adulthood, many people praised him for his fair skin, like warm jade.
But... pale
He remained calm and continued to dance with the girl, as if seducing him, and asked, "Chris, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"
The girl's face turned red: "You are the most handsome person I have ever seen, your noble skin is pale and bloodless, your brilliant blond hair is like the sun shining down, and those blue eyes are deeper than the sea..."
Shen Yu didn't listen to Chris's next compliment.
With blond hair, blue eyes, and pale complexion, the appearance described by the other party is clearly a Caucasian.
As an authentic man of the yellow race, Shen Yu blinked his ink-stained eyes, and his complexion gradually became strange.
The dance music continued.
On the west side of the ballroom, there is a huge mercury mirror, which reflects the dancing men and women in the ballroom.
Shen Yu cleverly moved the dance steps, and led the girl in a circle, and turned to face the mirror.
He looked into the mirror.
In the mirror, dancing with the young girl Chris, is a blond Caucasian boy who looks like a classical nobleman.
In an instant, Shen Yu seemed to understand what the "noble and superior person" mentioned by the captain meant!
He also understood what those so-called "inferior people" represented!
After all, this is The White Angel.
White!
His mood suddenly became gloomy, and his dancing steps couldn't help but pause.
Before Chris felt strange, a white male in uniform climbed up to the high platform directly in front of the ballroom and shouted: "Dear gentlemen and ladies!"
"I'm the first mate of this ship, Jack!"