Thinking it over, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but nod. "That's certainly one way to do it, but it's a little unsafe for the two of you to go alone. How about this... I think the decor in the captain's room is quite nice."
Fang Chenyi trailed off, but Qi Xiaotian and the other man understood exactly what he meant. They exchanged a glance and gave him a thumbs-up. "You've really thought of everything, Brother Fang."
He laughed and rapped Qi Xiaotian on the head, scolding with a grin,
"Cut the flattery. Alright, no time like the present. Let's go."
As he spoke, Fang Chenyi, just like he'd seen in the movies, racked the slide of the Desert Eagle with a sharp CLICK, preparing to tuck it into the back of his waistband.
But just as he was about to tuck it away, Qi Xiaotian hurriedly cried out, stopping him.
"Brother Fang, wait, wait!"
Seeing Qi Xiaotian's anxious expression, Fang Chenyi froze, his hand stopping mid-motion. He stared at Qi Xiaotian in confusion.
