The gunshot echoed in the quiet sea and amid the sound of waves lapping against the boat, like thunder on a clear day. Instantly, Nie Zhenbang moved, his handgun lifted swiftly. A shot rang out and the young man's face blossomed with blood; he fell on his back.
At the same time, Nie Zhenbang's men all took up optimal shooting positions, concealing themselves. Nie Zhenbang also stood inside the ship's cabin, a position that was very cunning, hard to aim at from all directions.
"Lin Zhengxing, come out, I know you're on the ship. You can't escape. My people are all wearing bulletproof vests. If you resist, you know what the outcome will be." Nie Zhenbang shouted loudly.
