The atmosphere on the boat was strangely tense. Seeing the group of people standing on the boat, Cheng Zhenzhu felt a bad feeling. This was completely different from the disgust she felt when she saw the Japanese. These people were dangerous! Cheng Zhenzhu's sixth sense told her.
"Where are the things? Are these all you have?" The speaker was an old man in cloth clothes on the boat, counting the beads in a slow and steady voice.
It was hard to tell how old the old man was. He stood straight, the skin on his hands showing signs of age, but his face was covered in wrinkles, like a piece of skin that had been carved by a knife, and it was loose and sagging.
A pair of cloudy eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, and he looked at people carelessly, but no one on the boat dared to look him in the eye, and could only lower their heads silently.
"That's all we got," a dark, square-faced man bravely replied. "Old man, those people can't answer, and when you ask them, they just say there's something fishy. Do you think someone is playing tricks and got the stuff first?"
The man called "Old Man" glanced at the square-faced man calmly, "Second Brother, I just want the stuff. No matter if someone else got there first, bring it to me. Remember, this is your last chance."
"Yes." The square-faced man tensed up, then nodded, trembling, and told the boatmen to continue searching the sea. He then instructed a few more men to go find those devils and interrogate them. As for the other one, Zhou Laosan, who had turned against him, he would just throw him into the sea to feed the fish...
"Second brother, this feeling suddenly reminds me of the last time. The last trip to Liaohai, the people who disappeared for no reason, and the things whose whereabouts are still unknown..." A slender woman shook off the water droplets on her body and said in a serious tone.
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