On the tumultuous sea, the speedboat shot up into the air, turning into a massive fireball, rolling several times and landed on the sea surface with a fierce wind, splashing countless waves. The flames gradually extinguished upon meeting the water, and the speedboat slowly sank. The yacht fared no better, shattered by the impact, debris everywhere, slowly sinking.
Luo Zheng stared red-eyed at the sinking yacht, as if his heart sank to the seabed with it. The towering anger solidified in his eyes, as though it would burn the tiger eyes to ashes. His whole body tensed up, hands gripping the railing as if carved from stone, unmoving, letting the sea breeze blow over him like a sculpture.
The sea patrol boat quickly surged ahead, while the other two moved to encircle the freighter from the rear. Luo Zheng's face was frost-rigid, eyes glaring with splitting intensity, body emanating endless resentment and regret. If not for him, Niu Gang and the ten brave men would not be in trouble.
