But soon, the power generation system quickly returned to normal, electricity was supplied smoothly, and the yacht regained its illumination.
However, Wang Longhu's expression became serious.
Something's wrong! He caught a faint hint of blood in the air on this yacht.
Though it was very subtle and faint, Wang Longhu's keen sense of smell couldn't miss it.
Just as the yacht's lights went out, someone had died on this ship.
Wang Longhu stood up, trusting his instincts, and walked out of the restaurant, following the scent of blood down the corridor.
The yacht was currently on its route to Indonesia. Who else, besides pirates, dared to commit murder in such a place?
But it didn't make sense to say it was pirates; after all, the yacht was equipped with a security team, all seasoned veterans with real firearms. If pirates were attacking at night.
Even if someone were to die, they could still trigger an alarm before dying, rather than perish without any resistance.
