"They want us dead!"
Utekin slammed his fist on the railing.
"Isn't it obvious?" Song Heping made a quick decision: "Tell the captain to dock at the abandoned pier on the west side of the port. There shouldn't be any formal inspection there."
"Already told him," Jiang Feng nodded, "but he's worried the water might not be deep enough."
"Then we'll swim to the shore," Song Heping said decisively. "Notify everyone to prepare combat gear, there's bound to be an ambush at the port. Don't underestimate those idiots' intelligence. Even if we dock at the official port, they'll find an excuse to label us terrorists."
"Alright, I'll go tell the captain."
Jiang Feng turned and headed to the cockpit.
"Rescuing the cook this time is a big risk, Song, you..."
Utekin saw that Song Heping seemed to have been prepared long ago, as if he understood something.
Even without him, Song Heping would go.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would abandon my brothers?"
