Evening.
On the vast sea where smoke and waves melded together, a ship was slowly sailing.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
As the last glimmer of twilight fell from the horizon, the people inside the ship grew impatient.
He ran to the ship's bridge and asked.
The captain glanced at the time and replied, "Not so soon, at least six more hours."
"This long? By that time, those drugged baskets will all be dead, how are we supposed to hand off the goods then?"
Hearing it would take so long, the man cursed and complained.
The captain didn't respond.
With no reaction, the man had no choice but to walk away, and he then made his way to the lowest level of the ship.
Sure enough, once there, he saw several young women lying in a dimly lit space, hugging their bellies and curled up, shivering in pain from a distance.
"Brother Dao, how is it? Did you ask when we'll arrive? Where's the detour point this time? How much longer?"
