Countdown 143:01:02.
Nearly one o'clock in the morning.
On the Indian Ocean, a luxury yacht was quickly approaching the Mumbai port at a speed of 30 knots.
On the yacht, more than a dozen North American supermodels were still partying on the deck, swaying their alluring bodies, surrounded by over a dozen male Time Travelers frolicking around.
Nowadays, the Kingdom and the Future Organization's influence grants them unimaginable wealth, allowing them to indulge in pleasure.
Unlike the low profile of the Oriental Time Walkers, even though Kyushu is as rich as a nation, it is entirely militarized, and no one dares to be so indulgent in front of He Jinqiu.
As for Kunlun, there's no need to even mention—just a bunch of bachelors.
On the luxury yacht, a white female Time Traveler dressed in a simple suit.
She looked at everything coldly, with no intent to participate. The Kingdom organization had prepared male models for her, who sat shivering on either side of her like two quails.
