Bering Sea, the bridge of the Yushui Hao.
Ye Yuan's senses locked onto the yacht not far ahead.
Suspicion rose in his heart.
The Scorpion Gang had operated in the waters off Alaska for years.
Yet they used only such a small yacht as transportation.
That was simply too unrealistic.
But Ye Yuan had already swept the area with his senses.
Within a radius of more than a dozen nautical miles, there truly was only one yacht.
He had found no large vessels.
That left him thoroughly baffled.
If Ye Yuan had known that the Scorpion Gang's ship had already been detained in the Gulf of Alaska by a fleet from M Country,
he would not have thought this way.
Speaking of it, the Scorpion Gang really had been unlucky.
Judging by the timing, they should have been able to leave the Gulf of Alaska before Ye Yuan.
After all, Andre had held the Yushui Hao for an extra six hours earlier, citing heavy fog.
But Kuba was suspicious by nature.
To verify some of Andre's claims, he delayed their departure.
As a result, he left the waters off Alaska an hour later than the Yushui Hao.
Because of that one-hour delay, he ran straight into the M Country fleet's blockade of the Alaskan waters.
With no other choice, in order to avoid falling into the fleet's hands,
they could only abandon their original vessel, which had already been locked onto by satellite, and flee aboard this yacht.
After escaping, Kuba no longer had the mood to think about hijacking the Yushui Hao.
He only wanted to find somewhere to land as quickly as possible.
Instead, he plunged into the Bering Sea and encountered another violent storm.
The yacht had only ever been intended for short-distance travel.
Many of its