In just a moment of deep thought, Ignatius Leclair snapped back to his senses. His handsome face sharpened like a blade as he somberly asked, "Is the helicopter ready?"
"Ready, and the warship has already deployed. All ships within the international waters have been notified about the sea blockade and have sent back their locator signals. At most, within an hour, we'll have searched all the vessels."
Maximilian looked tense, with his heart hanging by a thread. This time, the commotion was so severe that even Major General Xie had prepared to shoulder the blame himself—let alone the rest of them.
"Let's go." Ignatius's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.
When the Leclair Family's elder emerged, draped in a coat, Ignatius had already boarded the helicopter with his assistant, heading straight for the South China Sea.
The elder's kindly and amiable expression suddenly turned austere. He called for the butler and asked, "What on earth has happened? When did the eldest leave?"
