Yushui Hao.
When Yu Hongbo and Ye Yuan returned, he shouted loudly.
"You Zhiyong! Ma Hua! Pei Fei! Bao Chunyu!"
Yu Hongbo called out four names in succession, then whispered something into their ears.
"Old Squad Leader! Is what you said true?"
Ma Hua, that hotheaded guy, immediately looked utterly stunned and shouted the question.
"Keep your voice down, brat! Are you confident you can do it? If not, I'll find someone else!"
Yu Hongbo kicked Ma Hua and asked irritably.
"No problem, no problem. I just didn't process it right away."
The group huddled together and whispered a few more words.
By then, the first four pirates had already been successfully rescued aboard the Yushui Hao.
After struggling against the sea and swells, they had expended far too much energy.
The moment they boarded the Yushui Hao, they all collapsed onto the deck without prior agreement.
At the same time, their clothes had been soaked through by seawater, leaving them looking utterly bedraggled.
"You must be exhausted, brother.
Come on, I'll take you to change into some fresh clothes and get something to eat!"
Ma Hua warmly greeted a white man in English.
At the same time, he helped him up while chattering away.
Then, acting as though they were old friends, he put an arm around the man's shoulders and led him toward the cabin.
It wasn't just Ma Hua. You Zhiyong and the others made nearly identical moves.
Anyone who didn't know better, seeing how warmly they treated them,
would have thought they were brothers separated for years.
Kuba had been watching from the sidelines.
When he saw his men receiving such warm treatment from the crew,
the corners of his lips curled into an imperceptible sneer.
Only then did the worry in his heart finally ease.