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In the afternoon, on the vast sea, a small merchant ship was drifting and wandering.

A middle-aged man with a dagger was cleaning the barnacles inhabiting a giant sea turtle, gently comforting it as he did so: "Bear with it, you'll feel better soon."

He muttered again, "If it weren't for Master Dong saying that eating you would be a sin, we would have stewed you into soup long ago. Since we have been saved by his great kindness, you must bless him to live a long and healthy life, and you must also bless me. The shop I just mortgaged can't fall apart."

A one-eyed man wearing long boots and an overcoat covered in nails and rivets smirked: "Look at you, you good-for-nothing."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "They're here!"

The one-eyed man raised his binoculars and looked: "Nothing there."

Okay, he took off the binoculars cover again, looked around, turned around and went down into the cabin: "Father, Miss Chen is here!"

Wearing a cotton-linen undershirt and loose-fitting trousers, without even needing a cane, Mr. Dong emerged full of energy and vitality: "You've really come?"

As they were talking, a speedboat approached. Sure enough, Chen Rou was standing on the bow, swinging a rope in her hand. As the speedboat drew near, she swung the rope over, and in the blink of an eye, Grandpa Dong's graceful eldest granddaughter was standing in front of him.

She asked, "Has the time for entering the park been confirmed?"

Mr. Dong pulled Chen Rou back to the cabin: "What's the rush? Have some water first. Milk tea, black tea, sarsaparilla or cola, I've got them all prepared for you. Have afternoon tea first."

Chen Ke was the second to climb up, followed closely by Yue Zhongqi, leaving Song Yuanchao at the very back.

However, those who can become big shots must have an extraordinary appearance. But the two people in front of me, one of them is a middle-aged man, fat, but with a kind face, and he does not have the aura of a big shot. The other one-eyed man, on the other hand, has a bit of domineering and a hint of malice.

Could it be that he is another big shot?

But that was clearly not the case, because as soon as Song Yuanchao boarded the ship, the one-eyed man stepped forward and punched him: "Song boy, long time no see."

It wasn't until they entered the cabin and saw Master Dong that they exchanged a glance and thought to themselves, "Just as I thought."

If anyone could rival the seemingly refined and elegant, yet clearly cunning and scheming Master Er, it would be the old man before us.

He had purple eyebrows and a purple beard, his eyebrows reaching his temples, and he exuded a murderous aura. His style was completely different from that of Master Er. He glanced at Chen Ke and the other man, only looking at their leg wraps: "Eighth Route Army, right? These leg wraps are very nice."

But he didn't like socializing with others, and only talked to Chen Rou about specific things: "Originally, Gui Tou Rong was the one running the drug business. Since his death, there has been no leader and everyone is going their own way. Ah Ha couldn't make money and wanted to find a big distributor. Just then, I contacted him. He was overjoyed and agreed to personally entertain me tonight."

Chen Ke and Yue Zhongqi exchanged another glance: Chen Rou's actions were impeccable.

Of course, the main reason is that she has enough connections and resources, but it is also remarkable that she knows how to coordinate and manage them.

Weng Hua came to deliver drinks, and Chen Ke and Yue Zhongqi each took a cup of tea. However, Yue Zhongqi saw that there was bottled coffee and took an extra bottle, intending to give it to Nie Yao when he got back. Chen Ke didn't like taking other people's things, so he gave him a second look.

At this point, Master Dong started attacking Master Er: "Hmph, that old bastard must think he's bravely going to his death while I'm seizing his territory and money from behind. He's probably cursing me eight hundred times over right now."

One-Eyed and Weng Hua immediately carried the sedan chair, saying, "He is narrow-minded and despicable, while our master is righteous and loyal to the heavens."

Chen Ke and Yue Zhongqi looked at Song Yuanchao at the same time, surprised that the old man was so old yet still had such a bad temper. Song Yuanchao winked and gestured to them to keep it to themselves: This is not unusual.

Master Dong's legs were actually not very good, but Master Bill's were slightly better, which became his weapon to attack the other party.

He got up and took a few steps with great vigor, then slapped his thigh: "Look at me, I'm still strong and can walk like the wind. As for him, humph, he's a cripple, cunning and treacherous, all he knows is how to play tricks."

Weng Hua and the one-eyed man nodded: "Our father is upright and honest, he never plays tricks, unlike him, who is despicable!"

Master Dong raised his hand, and the praise immediately stopped.

Chen Rou finally got a chance to speak: "Nie Yao, Song Zai and I will be going with you. Nie Yao will have to change his appearance a little. Of course, he'll be at the very back. With his thin appearance, no one will usually notice him. I have my own way of avoiding inspection, so you don't need to worry. About two hours later, I'll have Song Zai and Nie Yao come over with their weapons. We'll meet here again."

Of course, Mr. Dong would ask, "How do you plan to get in?"

Nie Yao is a scholar; he doesn't look like a fighter at all. He can just change his appearance.

Because Song Yuanchao wasn't a very important person, the wanted poster didn't circulate for long. Besides, he was bald, so it was unlikely that anyone in the park would recognize him late at night. But the most important person was Chen Rou.

The wanted posters made from her photo circulated widely, and since she was a woman, it would have been difficult for her to disguise herself.

However, Chen Rou had seen the drug cartel's car last night, and she had already found a hiding place for herself. She said, "Under the chassis and above the oil drums."

He added, "Their vehicles are all military trucks, which are not easy for men to hide in, but very easy for women."

She was thin and slender, making it easy for her to either hang from the chassis or crawl into the compartment between the fuel tank and the engine. Of course, she didn't climb in right away; she needed to set up a spot where Mr. Dong would stop the car under some pretext, and then she would climb up there without anyone noticing and follow him directly into the park.

In a place like this, in a mission like this, asking whether it can be completed or whether it is safe is pointless.

Such a mission is not safe at all; whether it can be completed depends entirely on fate and the efforts of everyone involved.

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