Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 511 - 250: Jiang Ying, the Federation’s Number One Assassin!!

Chapter 511: Chapter 250: Jiang Ying, the Federation’s Number One Assassin!!

Top deck, the sea breeze whistled.

Outside the giant arc floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the observation restaurant named "Heart of the Ocean".

The vast sea, shedding the last traces of twilight, interwoven in deep blue and inky black, like a vast expanse of spread silk.

The restaurant inside was brightly lit, with soft jazz music flowing.

The air was filled with the aroma of top-grade seafood grilled and mixed with spices.

Fang Qingyu and four others sat in a prime spot by the window.

The large round table was almost overflowing with various delicacies at the moment.

"This one! And this one! Bring this one too, two portions! Oh, right, give me a whole roasted suckling pig! Hurry up!"

Chu Kuanglan pointed at the menu, spitting as he ordered, his finger jabbing rapidly at the screen, eyes gleaming as if trying to bring all the substantial dishes with pictures on the menu to the table.

The waiter beside him was well-trained, wearing a professional smile, fingers flying over the ordering tablet, showing no surprise at Chu Kuanglan’s "lavishness."

Evidently, on this ship, they were accustomed to all kinds of culinary gourmets long ago.

Wei Banmeng sipped her iced juice in small gulps, watching Chu Kuanglan’s performance, shaking her head helplessly, but there was also a serving of exquisite French baked lobster and a pan-fried foie gras before her, clearly not intending to mistreat her own stomach.

Lu Jiuyuan, more pragmatic, buried his head dealing with a plate piled like a small mountain of top-grade marbled Wagyu beef.

Jiang Wei, sitting on a specially made high chair next to him, her short legs dangling in midair, swinging gently.

A thick dessert catalog was spread out in front of her, her little fingers poking here and there on it.

"This one, this one, and this one... double portions of each."

She ordered variously shaped, colorfully decorated cakes, puddings, and ice cream towers, her voice soft and calm.

The waiter swiftly recorded, without any questioning.

Soon, the whole golden and crispy roasted suckling pig ordered by Chu Kuanglan was brought up by two servers working together, its aroma instantly overshadowing other dishes, attracting sidelong glances from diners at nearby tables.

Chu Kuanglan cheered, grabbed knife and fork, and pounced on it with a bold gesture. The sound of cutting accompanied by the sizzle of dripping grease seemed somewhat jarring in the quiet restaurant.

However, this "jarring" was all there was to it.

Though the restaurant was full of people, it was surprisingly quiet.

Conversations were pressed extremely low, like whispers.

The reason was simple.

Those who qualified to dine in this top-deck restaurant on this ship were almost exclusively Tier Two Grandmasters or Divine Chosen with equivalent power!

Pervasive powerful auras flowed through the restaurant like an invisible tide.

Every gaze carried the sharpness and steadiness of seasoned warriors, every move exuded a sense of power.

Nobody would cause a ruckus here or create chaos.

Even the voracious sounds of Chu Kuanglan’s feast were quickly drowned out by the restaurant’s gentle background music and the distant murmurs of the sea waves.

Fang Qingyu, while peeling crab meat, seemed to casually let his gaze sweep across the restaurant. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

His sight paused here and there for a moment.

Wei Banmeng, sharp-eyed, caught his gaze, put down her juice cup, leaned slightly forward, and whispered in a voice only audible to their small group:

"The third table against the wall on the left rear, that old man in the gray vintage tunic, meditating with eyes closed, did you see him?"

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly.

The aura of that old man was as calm as a still ancient well, sitting there seemingly merged with the chair beneath him, yet faintly emanating a rock-solid weightiness.

"That’s Li Cang." Wei Banmeng’s voice carried a trace of solemnity, "An old Grandmaster famous for over thirty years, his technique ’Immovable Mount Pan Force’ boasts terrifying defense. It’s said he once endured a frontal assault from a Tier Three Life Ghost and survived. Reclusive personality, dislikes socializing, but his strength is unfathomable."

"In the front right by the window, that middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit, bantering with a blonde beauty over red wine." Wei Banmeng’s gaze shifted to another locale, "’Silver Fox’, a renowned martial artist of the Federation and a top-tier intelligence dealer. His power ranks around Tier Two Middle Realm, extremely adept at Spiritual Charm and Tracking and Stealth, with a complicated background, neither wholly good nor entirely evil."

"And also..."

Wei Banmeng’s gaze turned to a small group walking in from the restaurant entrance, led by a middle-aged officer in deep blue battle attire with a stern profile as if carved by a knife.

"’One-Eyed Wolf’ Hodden. Vice Commander of the Federation’s ’Ice Blade Brigade’, a true combat officer who crawled out of blood and corpses. Hot-tempered, strict in military governance, his command includes an elite ’Ice Wolf Assault Team’. That eye was blinded by a Tier Two Peak ’Frost Shadow Demon’."

Wei Banmeng listed off several of the most prominent and dangerous figures in the room like treasures.

Chu Kuanglan, having stopped chewing the roasted suckling pig in his mouth, and Lu Jiuyuan also paused his fork, scanning with sharp eyes over those Wei Banmeng mentioned.

Fang Qingyu listened quietly, silently memorizing this information.

This ship indeed was a place full of hidden talents.

The dinner ended under an outwardly calm but beneath the surface turbulent atmosphere.

The five of them left the restaurant and came to the open-air area of the top deck.

The night had fully descended, the ship’s lights reflecting on the sea like a river of stars, outlining the massive silhouette of the vessel.

The sea breeze, salty and cool, rushed in, dispelling the warm fragrance of food from the restaurant.

In the distance lay an endless dark sea, deep enough to instill fear.

The waves struck the hull, emitting a deep and eternal roar.

"This is... the sea..."

Chu Kuanglan leaned on the railing, gazing at the dark sea that swallowed all light, not shouting as usual, with a trace of awe and unspoken reverence in his voice.