At the same time when the order was given by Hell Snake, the fully dark fishing boat on the sea had slowed its speed.
Approximately fifty meters from the coast on a dirt road, a dozen automobiles were parked, all nondescript business cars—plain at a glance, but capable of transporting a substantial number of people.
On the coast, the underlings of Wang Hong who were responsible for the reception had already been waiting for quite a while.
Leading them was a bald man holding a telescope in his hand.
Seeing the fishing boat approach the coast, the bald man said gravely: "They're here, the secret signal!"
Hearing the bald man's words, the lackey next to him did not hesitate, picked up a powerful flashlight, turned it on and off - repeating this three times.
"They're our brothers." A middle-aged man, being one of the heads of the Qing Gang on the deck of the fishing boat, hurriedly told Leng Feng after seeing the secret signal.
