Yang Yanzhou leaned against the desk in his office, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This couple follows company procedures when discussing business, and they have a very clear division of responsibilities.

However, remembering that Pei Zhuling had done the same thing, he dared not laugh at his friend.

Lin Ziyan snapped out of her thoughts and nodded slightly, "Direct cargo ships are fast."

“In the past, when we shipped goods by sea, it would take three days to reach the port city.”

She always felt that the problem with the last shipment was not simple.

Following the clues, they found nothing.

However, we'll know whether there's a problem or not in three days.

A dark glint flashed in Lin Ziyan's eyes as she casually stuffed the form into her bag.

At that moment, a cargo ship bound for the port city was suddenly struck by a ship next to it.

The ship tilted, and the cargo piled on top scattered to the seabed.

"Captain, the ships behind haven't stopped yet..."

A sound rang out, followed by another impact.

The boat rocked again, this time not from the stern, but from the hull colliding with each other.

"Quickly check which ship it is, it's asking for death..." the captain cursed angrily.

Swaying like this, no one could stand up, for fear of being thrown into the sea.

The waves surged and poured into the boat, soaking the tarpaulin covering it.

No one noticed that the boxes of goods were already teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Bang!"

With another impact, the box sank to the bottom of the sea with a crash.

After this, the sound of an engine rang out, and a ship sped away.

"Oh no, half of the shrimp paste at the bow is gone..." a crew member who noticed the anomaly shouted.

When they stood up straight, all they could see was the stern of the ship speeding away.

They saw the sign but dared not give chase, as it indicated passage to international waters.

The waves surged again, dark clouds blocked the sun, and soon a torrential downpour began...