His eyes glimmered faintly with golden light as he sent Flores a message through the communications channel.
"Miss Flores, my intuition tells me something dangerous is about to happen here. Let's get back to the ship quickly. Every extra minute we stay means more danger."
Flores nodded.
Although she still had many doubts, after thinking it over, she felt Yanan had no reason to harm her.
After all, if he harmed her, the deal between them—the transaction between the two major interest groups—would be as good as ruined.
If the Sparkle Group had no intention of cooperating with their elite class, they could have rejected them from the beginning.
There was no reason for them to agree and then pull some stunt afterward.
Thus, Flores and Yanan started walking back.
Just then, a burst of gunfire rang out.
The Sparkle Group guards stationed around the port fell one after another.
Some cars had their tires shot out, while the remaining vehicles hastily fled for their lives.
The wealthy and powerful people inside the cars with blown-out tires were terrified, cowering and trembling inside their vehicles.
The Sparkle Group guards hurriedly returned fire.
But they were outnumbered by the ambushers, and they had already lost quite a few people at the very beginning of the battle.
They immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.
Yanan saw that things were going badly.
Without even having time to worry about Flores, he hurried toward the luxury cruise ship.
Yanan was clearly an elderly man, yet he was much faster than Flores.
Flores took off her high heels, but she still could not catch up with Yanan.
She grew so anxious that she nearly cried.
"Mr. Yanan, please wait for me!"
How could Yanan dare to stop and wait for her?
He did not know