He knew that his death this time was inevitable. Compared to his comrades who died in a coma, his death was destined to be more painful and terrifying, and before that, he would have to endure endless torment.
These things, Leng Zirui naturally wouldn't care.
When the yacht was moving autonomously, he rummaged around the boat and found a diving suit in the storeroom, put it on, and stuffed the gun and fake key inside. Leng Zirui glanced at the waterproof watch on his wrist and returned to the control room.
The map showed he was not far from the opponent's ship. Turning off the lights on the yacht, Leng Zirui continued forward, feeling his way in the dark.
Until he saw that medium-sized yacht on the distant sea, he immediately stopped the engine, submerged in the water, and quietly swam toward that yacht.
Under the cover of night, Leng Zirui quietly approached the yacht.
