You could sense that the boss was about to explode at any moment, so everyone was on their guard.

The boss was pitiful, really. Although he was lucky enough to spot the pirates early on, who could have imagined that all the ash from the ashtray would end up on his face, hair, and even inside his collar?

Who would have thought he would be in such a sorry state at this moment?

The speedboat sailed on the vast sea, with a huge moon in the sky and another in the water. The only sounds were the hollow, mechanical roar of the motor and the occasional rumbling of everyone's stomachs.

Boss Nie gazed into the distance, while Song Yuanchao whispered something to his bodyguards in broken English.

After a brief exchange, everyone fell silent.

But suddenly, Nie Zhao asked, "Songzi, what did you and Arou talk about just now? What were you saying?"

What did Chen Rou talk to him about before takeoff? She chuckled afterward, her laughter both mischievous and adorable. Boss Nie was very curious about what she had said and why it was so funny.

Song Yuanchao stood at attention and said, "That's the password."

Nie Zhao pressed further, "What password?"

Sam held up three fingers and eagerly exclaimed, "Six B!"

Hank then responded: "Six B!"

Ram is of Native American descent and doesn't quite pronounce the sound, but he still says, "Six B."

Boss Nie speaks Cantonese, and there is no pronunciation of "6B" in Cantonese. But the bodyguards looked at each other and said "6B," and then they said "6B" too. It was unbelievable. If Song Yuanchao didn't explain, Boss Nie was really going to explode.

Song Yuanchao also wanted to explain, but things should be said slowly.

But the boss's breathing and expression showed how uneasy he was. He quickly said, "It's very likely the pirates have already fled to the open sea, and we and the mainland merchants might encounter them before we can even find each other on radio. It's late at night, and we might need a password after we board the ship together. It's dark, and Sam and the mainland merchants don't speak the same language, so we need a password. I originally wanted to use 'our own people,' but Third Sister said..."

“She said it would be best to use ‘awesome,’ that word is the best,” Song Yuanchao said.

Sam immediately responded: "6B!"

Amidst the boss's bruised and battered face, Song Yuanchao gave Sam a thumbs-up: "Yes, awesome!"

Sam looked at Nie Zhao: "Boss, you're awesome!"

Although the ancients always said that a dark and windy night is a night for murder, tonight, although the moon is bright and the stars are few, and the sea is calm, no one knows how many people or how much firepower the enemy ships have. Song Yuanchao's subordinates are still a few foreigners. However, he will soon be reunited with his comrades. During his time in Hong Kong, his basic skills have not only not fallen behind, but have also made a qualitative leap.

And, just imagine how surprised, envious, and admiring his comrades would be when they saw how well he had trained those foreigners—Song Yuanchao didn't even dare to think about it. But he sincerely felt that tonight was the perfect night for killing.

The only drawback is that, instead of responding to everyone's praise, Boss Nie continued to focus on his face.

If only he weren't on this trip.