After cruising for more than an hour, Sean and his crew had finished tidying up their stuff before discussing their next move on the deck.
"Boss, should we take care of that Chris guy?" Elijah asked, "We can't just let ourselves take a beating, can we?"
"Of course." Sean nodded, "That's what I was thinking too."
"Boss, how about this plan?" Elijah asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together when he heard Sean's approval:
"The three of us will go, and you'll stay on the yacht. That way, you can check if the sunken ship has any salvage value, and it's also a little safer."
"What, you don't think I can handle it?" Sean gave Elijah a glance.
"Boss, we all have our specialties," Elijah replied confidently, "This is different from other situations. People on the Southeast Peninsula are used to killing. You've seen how many people carry guns there, and the law might not be able to reach the places we're going.
