Su Dingzhi gritted his teeth, "Bring out 011."
Baron went to fetch the person.
About three minutes later, Baron emerged from the cabin, "Master Zhi." He spoke in a crude, plasticky Mandarin, "011 is not in the bed (boat)."
George helped to correct him, "Not on the boat."
Baron was certain, "I searched everywhere, not in the bed (boat)."
George: "..."
Jiang Zhi asked, "Where is she?"
Wasn't he a noble son? His gaze was even more terrifying than those mixed up in the underworld. Baron shook his head, his tone oddly submissive, "011 might have escaped."
Su Qinghou questioned, "Are you sure she ran away?"
Baron felt the tension of being caught between two forces, "…not sure."
The boat had already distanced itself from the coast, the sea mirrored a bright moon, and moonlight swayed with the waves, rocking gently.
