Ever since he had transferred all his assets to Tang Yushen, he had been living a destitute life. He never used to engage in sea freight, but now, he had adapted to it very well.
Everyone on the ship knew about his past, and some would openly mock him, but he never took it to heart.
His inner world was vast, yet in his world, there was no place for irrelevant others. So, he didn’t waste his energy caring about what other people thought.
As time ticked by, Wang Gang showed no sign of impatience.
Several hours later, a few unlicensed cars finally drove slowly up and stopped at the dock.
Wang Gang immediately perked up, calling his brothers over, then cautiously approached the cars.
Men dressed like gangsters stepped out of the cars, one of them their boss.
He was wearing sunglasses and walked toward Wang Gang.
Yuchen squinted at them. He pulled out his phone when suddenly a man slapped his shoulder and asked warily, "What are you doing?"
Yuchen curved his lips but didn’t respond.
"Bang—" Just then, a gunshot rang out, followed by police warnings, "Police, nobody move!"
"Damn it, how did the police find us!"
"Who leaked the information!"
"Shoot, retreat immediately!"
The scene immediately became chaotic, with both sides armed, and the dock descended into a storm of bullets.
Some even chose to jump into the sea, hoping to escape disaster.
Yuchen pushed the man beside him away and ran toward the other end of the ship, his target also to jump into the sea.
"Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!" a dark gun barrel aimed at his back.
The man ran forward as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
"I said stop, I’m going to shoot!"
Yuchen suddenly stopped, turned around, and at the same moment, the police officer squeezed the trigger, and the bullet swiftly flew toward him.
But the bullet seemed to move in slow motion, slowly making its way towards his chest.
"Bang—" After the gunshot, he heard the sound of the bullet penetrating his body.
Blood splattered, and the man’s body fell backward, dropping into the sea, never to resurface again.
"Clang—" An Ruo accidentally broke a glass cup, shards scattered everywhere. She frowned slightly, her heart beating uneasily for no reason.
Kangkang came toddling over, his sock-clad feet nearly stepping on the fragments. An Ruo quickly picked him up to prevent him from getting hurt.
"Miss An, what’s wrong?" Aunt Zhou came out of the kitchen and asked with concern.
"It’s nothing, just broke a cup. Aunt Zhou, go on with your work, I’ll clean this up."
She smiled at her, then placed Kangkang on the couch, instructing him not to come down, and then went to sweep up the shards from the floor.