Two days later, beneath the silent midnight sky, the moon hung high above the vast ocean, casting a pale silver glow across the dark waters.
A black speedboat tore through the waves at astonishing speed. Its sharp hull sliced across the ocean's blue-black surface like a blade, sending sprays of seawater cascading into the air. The roar of the engine echoed across the otherwise quiet sea, disturbing the stillness of the night.
Yet standing at the very front of the speeding boat was a man who seemed completely untouched by its violent movement.
Zhao Li Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight and unshakable. The boat rocked and jolted beneath his feet, but his balance remained perfect, as though the turbulent waves were nothing more than a gentle breeze.
