Fu Jingsheng frowned, took a deep breath, his look icy: "Why didn't anyone inform me about this in advance?"
"It's a separate agreement between the other party and the organization; you're only responsible for handing over this batch of items," the person said. "Song Yi is likely that person, so the organization has its reasons for wanting her."
Fu Jingsheng chuckled and tossed the fishing rod he held.
He stood up: "Let's go, welcome the guests."
...
Top deck of the yacht.
A man sat in the middle of the sofa, and only the top deck had electricity.
Next to him stood a row of men in black; the man wore casual clothes, a thicker coat, holding a glass of red wine.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the men in black started to be on alert.
The man on the sofa looked towards the door slowly and leisurely.
"You've come?" He lifted a gentle smile: "Later than I expected."
He said, sipping the red wine slightly, staining his thin lips red.
