On the island.
Gong Shaoying stood by the port and looked at the raging fire on the sea. The mercenaries were hovering over the water in helicopters to extinguish the fire. The waves were strong on the sea. The wind fanned the tongues of fire and they were hit by a wall of heat.
A man in a suit rushed towards Gong Shaoying. "Master Gong, the wind is too strong here. Why don't we go back first?"
Gong Shaoying nodded but remained silent. He turned around and headed back to the huge castle. The moment he entered, he saw a group of mercenaries kneeling on the ground, looking solemn and ashamed. He glanced at them and noted that they were all suffering various degrees of injuries, but at the same time, they were all injured at the thighs.
He had already guessed what must have happened, so he did not look too surprised.
"Are those two kids hurt?" he suddenly asked coldly.
