After Xu Zhixiong and his servant departed, within less than ten minutes, one of the two men in black leather jackets and large sunglasses who had left earlier returned, wiping sweat from his face as he entered. Seeing someone return without any sign of Yang Chen, Yuan Ye and Tang Tang's last shred of hope vanished, realizing Yang Chen must have been thrown into the sea.
They knew of Yang Chen's remarkable skills and had clung to the hope of a miraculous survival. Yet, they were aware that the likelihood was slim, especially since his hands and feet were shackled, and the captors were armed with submachine guns.
Yuan Ye and Tang Tang exchanged a look, seeing sorrow and regret in each other's eyes. The tall, chinned man casually asked, "Where's Fourteen and Nineteen?"
The man known as Fourteen shook his head, swallowing hard, "He... he's... he's dead..."
"What? Dead? What do you mean?" The tall man was startled and demanded an explanation.
