"Fuck! This damn place made me, the prince, scared out of my mind, not to mention sleep deprived all night..."
As he ascended the gangway, finally about to reach the dock, Charles felt the anxiety that had been choking him finally drop back down.
His face still showed signs of indignation. After cursing a couple of times, he turned to a trusted aide following closely behind and instructed, "Finish the final preparations, then contact Miyamoto Masato. After this is done, we'll leave immediately and return to Ita."
"Remember, no more traveling by water this time. I want a private jet to avoid running into such bad luck at sea again..."
...
Zhihong Group Headquarters!
Chen Tang had just returned. He sat in the top-floor office and drank half a cup of tea...
Yesterday evening, the 60-plus person team he was part of ran out of fuel in their eight speedboats. Fortunately, the Youhun Dongying Branch's small cargo ship was quick to locate them via satellite and find the speedboats.
