"The yacht has stopped." A few minutes later, the technician reported the latest situation.
"They're still waiting for the signal from those at the port." Ling Chen had just finished speaking when he heard his phone ring. Answering the call, he immediately heard the voice of the man from before: "Ling Chen, we'll give you at most two hostages..."
Before the other party could finish, Ling Chen directly hung up the phone. "Big brother, Sir Chen, we should get going."
It's not very far from the base to the port, a little over ten kilometers, about a twenty-minute drive. Near the port, Ling Chen got out of the car and went into a shop nearby. "Boss, a cup of coffee, please." Ling Chen called out, while placing his phone on the table.
When the cup of coffee was almost finished, his phone finally rang again.
"Ling Chen, three, three hostages, that's our bottom line. If you don't agree, then let's fight to the death."
