Chapter 426

The moon vanished behind dark clouds, plunging the island into perilous darkness.

Evelyn Laurent stood in the shadows, her fingers tracing the razor-sharp edge of her combat knife. Her gaze was colder than steel, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Only two drones from the production crew remained, silently circling the night sky. One captured Evelyn's figure—poised like a panther ready to strike.

The live stream erupted.

[Damn! Evelyn just pulled off that move like a boss!]

[She snapped a gun bare-handed? What kind of superhuman strength is that?!]

[When are the military reinforcements arriving? I'm losing my mind here!]

[Go, Evelyn! Stay safe!]

Comments flooded the screen as viewership soared past ten million. Countless fans stayed up, glued to the edge-of-the-seat broadcast.

Deep in the jungle, Ethan Sullivan moved like a ghost. He'd effortlessly shaken off his pursuers—the pirates were mere clowns in his eyes.

He followed the signal flare's trajectory, then froze.

Ahead lay an intricate web of traps—sharpened stakes, hidden snares, pits lined with spikes. A flicker of admiration crossed Ethan's eyes.

A soft snap.

Evelyn whirled around, her gaze sharp as lightning. Among the shadows, Ethan's figure flickered into view.

Their eyes locked in silent understanding. Evelyn flashed a series of hand signals. Ethan instantly deciphered them, maneuvering along the safe path toward her.

"Are you hurt?" Ethan's voice was low as his eyes scanned her for injuries.

"Piece of cake." Evelyn smirked. "You?"

Ethan shook his head. "Muller Pirates? Pathetic."

At the name, Evelyn's eyes turned glacial. The notorious pirate group had blood on their hands—innocent lives lost to their cruelty.

"If they're here," Evelyn twirled her knife with lethal grace, "they won't leave alive."

Ethan bared a bloodthirsty grin. "My thoughts exactly."

A sudden gust rustled the leaves. Sharing one last glance, they melted into the shadows.

The hunt had begun.