Chapter 60: Invincible Divine Palm, Fatty Jiang

Thud-thud—
The approaching downdraft and noise from the helicopter once again drew many eyes aboard the Poseidon. When it settled on the designated landing pad and Yu Chengmin disembarked with her briefcase, she became the focus of attention—some recognized her, others did not. Though dressed in professional attire, which made it clear she wasn't there for mere amusement, such a refined and striking woman was a rare sight on the entire Poseidon.
However, Yu Chengmin ignored the onlookers, leaving through a private passageway accompanied by several men in black suits.
Watching Yu Chengmin’s every move, while bringing Zhen Yuqi along, Si Nan’s eyes glimmered with excitement. This was precisely why he had kept a close watch on her.
Seeing Yu Chengmin, Si Nan’s spirits lifted. It seemed she wasn’t suffering from dizziness, nor had she brought Ma Weimin here. That meant Ma Weimin must have sneaked in.
There was a slim chance Ni Feihong had brought him, but even if so, Ni Feihong had little influence now—he was just a small fry under an arrest warrant, unable to make much trouble.
Lost in thought, Si Nan finally spotted Ma’s furtive figure in the distance, as if he were avoiding someone.
“Come on, Zhen Yuqi, I’ll take you to meet someone.” Si Nan’s words were layered with meaning. “You might find it strange—he should be behind bars, yet here he is.”
“Who?” Zhen Yuqi inquired.
“Isn’t it Ma Weimin?” Si Nan’s face showed a flicker of disdain.
“How could that be?” Zhen Yuqi was a bit embarrassed.
“I really saw him. Maybe the police didn’t catch him, and he secretly snuck aboard to hide.” As Si Nan spoke, Zhen Yuqi also caught sight of Ma—it was indeed him.
Zhen Yuqi immediately took out her phone. “I’ll call the police to have him taken away. This is lawlessness.”
But Si Nan smiled faintly and stopped her. “No need. This is international waters; there’s no jurisdiction here. Watch how I deal with him. Let’s see who dares back him up.”
Zhen Yuqi thought for a moment and agreed.
Ma was stuffing his mouth with something he’d found to eat when a cold male voice sounded behind him, “How did you sneak in here?”
Ma turned to see Si Nan, that troublemaker, and the female prosecutor Zhen Yuqi, both regarding him with leisurely amusement.

Seeing Ma holding a plate and fork at the buffet, Si Nan continued, “You know, the food here isn’t actually free—it’s provided by us patrons. You can’t even afford a plate. Looks to me like you snuck in just to steal a fork.”
Ma, with nothing left to say, simply looked up at the sky, unwilling to respond.
Their voices carried, drawing the attention of many others.
A woman in her thirties, elegant and striking in a low-cut evening gown with her hair in an updo, turned her head toward them. Her eyes sparkled, too—these three young people were exceptionally eye-catching, especially the two men, both strikingly handsome and cool.
Si Nan made the stronger impression at first glance—not at all frail, standing tall and straight. The woman recognized Si Nan; it had been years since she’d seen him, and he’d grown up so well she was intrigued. She walked over with a curious smile. “Isn’t this little Si Nan? Do you remember me?”
Of course he did. In his more awkward teenage years, he had often secretly admired her figure from afar. She was a renowned socialite in Haizhou, a friend of Si Nan’s father, and a board member at his father’s company. She had also made a name for herself by building up “Papa Net,” which, after her success, was acquired wholesale by a top-tier company along with her entire team.
She was a prominent figure in the industry—Xu Meihui.
For the moment, Si Nan set aside his urge to humiliate Ma, introducing Xu Meihui to Zhen Yuqi with all the relevant details. He felt immensely pleased.
Zhen Yuqi was also delighted to be in such company and quickly expressed her honor at meeting Xu Meihui.
Noticing that Si Nan now had a female companion, Xu Meihui looked at Ma with a peculiar expression. “Why not introduce him, Si Nan? Is he a friend of yours?”
“A friend? Hardly. He’s just a troublemaker from the sticks—at our company, he’s at the very bottom of the ladder, barely able to afford rent in the slums. No idea how he got in here.”
The surrounding crowd collectively gasped, instinctively taking a couple steps back.
Xu Meihui felt a touch awkward. As a businesswoman, she might harbor such thoughts but would never voice them so plainly. She couldn’t fathom what grudge Si Nan had with this handsome young man.
Though she bore Ma no ill will, her frequent dealings with Si Nan’s father prompted her to offer Si Nan some face. With the appropriate decorum, she said, “Young man, it’s normal to aspire to places like this, but you must go about it the right way. Status and reputation aren’t put on for show—they’re earned through your own hard work.”
“Oh, really.” Ma remained as nonchalant as ever.
Si Nan, circling Ma as if observing an exhibit, remained cool and aloof. “You should be grateful Meihui is willing to teach you. What’s with that look? The Poseidon isn’t ours. Normally, I’d let your behavior slide, but to act this way in front of Meihui is to disrespect me.”
“Are you out of your mind? Why should I give you face? Am I obligated to or what?” Ma asked, his tone utterly detached yet matter-of-fact.
This nearly made Zhen Yuqi and Xu Meihui spit out their drinks. Was this shamelessness or just a desperate defiance? Still, there was a certain logic to Ma’s words—since Si Nan had already shown him no respect, why should he bother? One standing in water doesn’t fear the rain; naturally, he wouldn’t defer to anyone now.

Xu Meihui frowned slightly, sensing she’d failed to grasp the nuances of the situation. To her, it showed that Si Nan was still immature—stepping on others to elevate oneself was normal, but there were better ways to do it. If Si Nan’s father were here, things would play out differently, and much better.
For now, Xu Meihui stayed silent, observing with keen interest.
Zhen Yuqi jabbed a finger at Ma’s nose. “You’re a criminal—what are you showing off for, acting so arrogant? Just this morning, I signed your arrest warrant. What are you doing here? If others knew how brazen you were, you’d be taken down in minutes—believe it or not.”
At the mention of his arrest warrant, the crowd buzzed with shock and curiosity, watching the scene closely.
Ma, on the other hand, grew calm. “Yes, I’m wanted. So what?”
Zhen Yuqi, unaccustomed to such a posture from a ‘criminal,’ grew angry and stepped closer, pointing at him. “Who tipped you off? How did you evade the police? Tell me now—you’ll be caught anyway, so confessing makes things easier.”
“Easier my ass. Are you drunk or just stupid? This isn’t your jurisdiction. If you keep pretending here and I knock you down a peg, I won’t technically be breaking any country’s laws, will I?” Ma replied.
Zhen Yuqi’s face turned green with rage, but Xu Meihui just rolled her eyes. “He’s right,” she interjected.
This was awkward—Si Nan and Zhen Yuqi both looked at Xu Meihui.
She shrugged after a moment’s thought. “I mean, at least in theory, he’s right. You two should calm down. There are rules here—Si Nan, you might not know them, but your father certainly does. If you cause trouble with security here, you’ll regret it.”
But Si Nan, losing his temper, jabbed a finger at Ma and growled, “If you have a problem, take it up with me! How dare you talk to Sister Zhen like that? There may be no laws against you, but there aren’t any against me either. Why don’t we settle our differences right here, right now?”
With that, he stepped forward, grabbing Ma Weimin by the neck—just as he’d done before. Compared to him, Ma was like a weakling and couldn’t resist.
Xu Meihui’s frown deepened.
The crowd edged further back, while some watched with even greater interest.
Most had no personal grudge with Ma, but sided with Si Nan, buying into the idea that being from a different “class” meant a natural divide. The arrest warrant hanging over Ma’s head made him a marked man. Everyone present had paid to be in this “sacred” place—how could they tolerate a nobody sneaking in for free?
These, then, were the plainest reasons for Ma becoming the target of collective ridicule.