Silas Moore's ears tilted back slightly.
A clear sign—
He was annoyed.
Lin Wan was about to politely disengage—
But the noblewoman leaned closer.
Lowered her voice—
Though not nearly enough.
"I heard…"
She smiled, eyes glittering with gossip.
"There are some very special items in this auction."
"Something about… forbidden biological experiments?"
Her gaze flicked to Silas.
"Is your dog guarding those dangerous things?"
She exaggerated a shiver.
"Will he bite?"
Nearby guests turned.
Curiosity sparked.
Eyes gathered.
Silas finally reacted.
He lifted his head.
Looked at her—
Calm.
Then—
His gaze dropped.
To the poodle in her arms—
Currently pawing at her diamond necklace.
He watched.
Two seconds.
Then—
He yawned.
A long.
Slow.
Unapologetically bored yawn.
After that—
He licked his nose lazily.
Turned his head.
And looked away—
Toward the dark ocean outside.
Moonlight dancing on waves.
No interest.
No respect.
No acknowledgment.
Maximum-level disdain.
The noblewoman froze.
Smile stiffening.
Her poodle squirmed uneasily.
Lin Wan nearly laughed—
Barely held it in.
She straightened her expression.
"Madam, he is professionally trained."
"He only responds to specific threats."
"We'll take our leave."
A polite nod.
She turned—
Walking away with Silas.
Leaving the noblewoman—
Face flushing red, then pale.
A few steps later—
Lin Wan whispered:
"You were ruthless."
Silas exhaled softly through his nose.
A short, dismissive huff.
Tail tip flick—
Barely visible.
Translation:
Too noisy.
The Observation Corridor
They moved to a quieter side corridor.
Less people.
Better visibility.
Perfect vantage point.
Then—
Silas stopped.
Ears shifted.
Locked.
Toward the shadows at the far end.
His nose twitched.
Lin Wan followed his gaze.
And froze.
Two figures.
Talking quietly.
One of them—
She would never mistake.
Levi Wynn.
Tailored suit.
Champagne in hand.
Smile—
Warm.
Eyes—
Cold.
Facing him—
A man in a captain's uniform.
Or first officer.
Their conversation—
Tense.
"…must ensure… sample security… before arrival…"
Fragments carried by the wind.
"…understood… but regulations… other guests…"
The captain's voice—
Lower.
Silas's eyes sharpened.
He heard more.
Far more.
"P-07."
"Isolation chamber."
"Special guest."
"Midnight transfer."
His nose caught it too—
Levi Wynn's scent:
CologneSterile lab chemicalsPrecision electronics
And the captain—
Tobacco.
Sweat.
Fear.
Suddenly—
Levi turned.
Sharp.
His gaze sliced across the corridor.
Lin Wan's heart skipped.
Instantly—
She bent down.
Pretending to adjust Silas's vest.
Her body blocking him.
Levi's eyes lingered—
One second.
Two.
Then—
He turned away.
Said something quietly.
They split.
Disappeared.
Lin Wan exhaled slowly.
Back damp with cold sweat.
Silas remained still.
Eyes fixed—
Where Levi vanished.
Cold.
Dangerous.
"He's here…"
Lin Wan whispered.
"P-07… isolation chamber… midnight transfer…"
"What is it?"
Silas scratched the carpet lightly.
Signal.
Leave.
Not safe here.
Back in the Suite
Lin Wan reported everything immediately.
Chen Lin's expression darkened.
"P-07…"
"Could be an internal codename."
"For an object."
"Or… a project."
He pulled up ship schematics.
"Isolation chambers exist on this ship."
"High-grade medical units."
"Used for emergencies… or biological transport."
Old Wu added:
"'Special guest.' 'Midnight transfer.'"
"That's not auction behavior."
Pause.
"That's a deal."
"A private one."
Silence fell.
Chen Lin nodded slowly.
"Which means—"
"The auction is just a cover."
"The real transaction happens off the books."
"And Levi Wynn…"
"Is already in position."
Old Wu frowned.
"He's working with ship personnel."
"Either bribed or coerced."
He looked at Silas.
"From now on—extreme caution."
"Focus on restricted areas."
"Lower decks."
"Engine room."
"Medical wing."
"Use Lingbi."
Silas nodded once.
He walked to the table.
Ship blueprint spread out.
His paw lifted.
Tapped—
Three locations.
Cargo deckEngine sectionAdvanced medical center
Then—
He looked at Lingbi.
The spaniel was already vibrating with excitement.
Ready.
The Next Two Days
The Poseidon sailed on.
Perfect.
Untouched.
Daytime—
Luxury.
Night—
Endless parties.
Guests enjoyed:
Michelin diningPoolside galasTheater showsCasino nights
On the surface—
Everything was flawless.
Underneath—
Something was moving.
Lin Wan continued her role.
Assistant.
Handler.
Observer.
Silas moved through public spaces—
Silent.
Controlled.
Anyone who approached—
Received:
Cold indifferenceOr a bored yawn
Other pets?
Especially small, noisy ones?
He gave them—
The King's Disdain.
If pushed—
A low growl.
Just enough.
Owners backed off immediately.
Soon—
A reputation spread.
"The Ice Guard Dog."
Untouchable.
Unapproachable.
Exactly what they needed.
Meanwhile — The Real Work
Lingbi became the busiest one.
Small.
Fast.
Silent.
Through:
Ventilation shaftsCargo gapsMaintenance corridors
Guided remotely—
By Silas.
Through:
Micro bioelectric signalsScent markersPre-coded responses
Piece by piece—
The ship revealed itself.
And then—
Targets were identified.
Three locations.
A sealed chamber deep inside the engine section→ Additional electronic locks→ Not on standard access logsA backup isolation room near the medical center→ Usually locked→ Recently accessedA senior crew storage unit→ Non-standard personnel visits→ Repeated patterns
Silas stood over the blueprint.
Eyes narrowing.
The puzzle—
Was coming together.
And somewhere—
Behind steel doors—
P-07 was waiting.