Leng Zirui was clutching a grenade at the stern of the boat, his eyes narrowed in a mischievous gaze, capturing the faces of the two men before him, with a faint cold smile lingering on his lips.
Those damned fellows, how dare they attack his woman.
He would make them understand the cost of doing such things!
Two subordinates, one aiming a gun at him, the other untying the ropes on the small yacht.
Soon, the small yacht departed the dock and swiftly headed toward the high seas.
As the two of Luo Ke's men took Leng Zirui out to sea, a few miles away at another dock, Leng Zimo's convoy had already arrived by the shore.
No sooner had the car stopped than Leng Zimo leapt out, leading the way, while Ah Sang immediately came forward with a few assistants to greet him.
By the dock, a luxurious yacht was already waiting.
