"We can retreat now."
Mo Shangjun heard the captain's command after what felt like an eternity.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the people on the shore.
Sure enough, the farther the cargo ship sailed, the more anxious they became. If she hadn't been on the speedboat a certain distance from the shore, those gun barrels might already be aimed at her nostril.
They approached slowly, fingers on the trigger, watching her with tension and vigilance.
Mo Shangjun noticed the captain speaking to someone, then a person who seemed to have some authority walked over.
"The goods have already been taken away by you. Our people should be returned, right?"
A man in his forties said, walking up and speaking to Mo Shangjun in accented Chinese, his eyes sharp and cold. As he spoke, one hand rested on the pistol at his waist, ready to act at any moment.
"Of course."
Mo Shangjun chuckled softly, uttering two words unhurriedly.
