"Who?"
At the sudden chuckle, everyone aboard the fishing boat paled. Some looked up, others turned their heads, all looking toward the sound.
A soaking-wet figure had appeared at some point in a patch of shadow on the deck. His gleaming eyes seemed to radiate an invisible ferocity that made their scalps crawl. As his gaze swept over them, they felt a sudden chill at their napes, their hairs standing on end as though some vicious beast had fixed its sights on them. Hearing the words "father-in-law," the middle-aged man froze. Though he did not know who the newcomer was, he remembered the voice. His eyes lit up, only to fill with anxiety a moment later. "Don't do anything rash. There are too many of them. Go back for now."
"Mr. Yan's son-in-law?"
The others caught on too, though their expressions were rather peculiar.
The fishing boat stood some three meters above the water, its sides completely smooth, with nothing to climb aboard by. How had this man gotten up here? While they were still bewildered and uncertain, the figure strolled out of the shadows into the light.
Shaking the water off his cigarette pack, Lian Youming frowned and muttered, "Wonder if any water got in."
Seeing the men opposite about to surround him, he hurriedly waved a hand. "Hey, easy. Hold on a moment."
Lian Youming hurriedly opened the pack and shook it. His face darkened. They were all soaked.
Only after tossing the cigarettes aside did he narrow his eyes and carefully examine the figures before him.
Seven men. Two stood to one side, while the other five had long, steady breaths and hands hanging naturally at their sides. They clearly belonged to the same school.
Their leader was a bald man who looked about forty, fair and