The muscles on his body were incredibly refined, each one perfectly shaped, exuding a sense of power, and because his skin was so fair, they reflected white light under the sun.
A crew member suddenly rushed to Wang Longhu, anxiously reporting, "Mr. Wang, it's bad, pirates, there are pirates!"
Wang Longhu opened his eyes, his gaze calm, "How many are there?"
"More than fifty, four boats, lots of AK47s."
The crew member continued to be flustered, although this luxury yacht was equipped with a security team, the firepower could not compare to the heavily armed pirates.
If the pirates boarded the ship, this entire yacht would be ransacked, women, food, machinery, money, nothing would escape.
"Where is Chi Ming? Can't he handle even this?" Wang Longhu asked.
"He's in seclusion."
"Got it." Wang Longhu got up and walked to the edge of the deck to check the situation.
