The companion sitting in the passenger seat sounded somewhat helpless, "Let's find another opportunity next time!"
...
...
Hong Kong.
High Seas coastline.
As the coast guard boarded the yacht for a routine inspection, both of Luo Ke's subordinates were sweating nervously. Leng Zirui, holding a grenade in his hand, appeared calm and composed, speaking fluently in Guangdong dialect, "Sir, we're just out here on the high seas playing around a bit..."
After checking their documents, their yacht passed the inspection smoothly and sailed into the high seas.
A moment later, confirming they had entered safe waters, one of the men still pointed his gun at Leng Zirui while the other subordinate dialed Luo Ke's phone again, "Sir, we're almost there!"
Leng Zirui seemed to sit casually in the chair, but his gaze was fixed on the man making the call.
