"Yes, sir!" Two subordinates replied in unison.
Turning around, Allen jogged down the steps and jumped onto the yacht.
"Set sail!"
At his command, the yacht immediately left the dock, heading toward the distant coastline.
As Leng Zirui and Leng Zimo had predicted, Allen chose the transaction location on the High Seas.
On the High Seas, they can move more freely without worrying about Leng Zirui deploying governmental forces.
Xu Xia stood on the deck, holding the railing. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the two men standing on either side of her.
If she jumped at this moment, perhaps there would be a slim chance to escape.
But Leng Zirui said she mustn't take risks.
A hand gripped her arm tightly, then the two subordinates dragged her into the cabin and threw her onto the sofa.
Allen came over and sat opposite her, his mouth slightly curving outside the mask, "Would you like something to drink, coffee, alcohol, or juice..."
