The fierce wind roared, and the torrential rain fell mercilessly, as Butler Shi, just after stepping off the boat, was blown back several steps by the oncoming gale.
It took great effort for him to catch up with Gong Beiming, who was braving the storm and struggling to move forward.
"Young Master..."
His voice was drowned out by the storm.
Gong Beiming, drenched like a drowned rat himself, headed straight for the dock office, and slammed his diamond-encrusted gold watch on the table, "I need a yacht, now!"
"Sorry, sir, the dock has been urgently closed. You can't go out to sea; please go back immediately!"
The security guard, clad in a raincoat, shouted loudly, although he really wanted the gold watch, he was afraid of being responsible for a loss of life.
"I have to go out to sea, my wife is out there! Get me a boat!"
Gong Beiming had his own private yacht, but it was too far from here, and there was simply no time to get it.
