The companion sitting in the passenger seat sounded somewhat helpless, "Let’s find another opportunity next time!"
...
...
Hong Kong.
High Seas coastline.
As the coast guard boarded the yacht for a routine inspection, both of Luo Ke’s subordinates were sweating nervously. Leng Zirui, holding a grenade in his hand, appeared calm and composed, speaking fluently in Guangdong dialect, "Sir, we’re just out here on the high seas playing around a bit..."
After checking their documents, their yacht passed the inspection smoothly and sailed into the high seas.
A moment later, confirming they had entered safe waters, one of the men still pointed his gun at Leng Zirui while the other subordinate dialed Luo Ke’s phone again, "Sir, we’re almost there!"
Leng Zirui seemed to sit casually in the chair, but his gaze was fixed on the man making the call.
Watching the man hang up the phone, he suddenly raised his left hand, grabbing the gun from the man in front of him. Simultaneously, he lifted his knee and struck the man hard in the chest, punching him as his head hit the yacht’s wall, causing a bout of dizziness.
The other Luo Ke subordinate saw him make a move, raising his gun to aim.
Leng Zirui simply raised his hand holding the grenade towards him, making a move as if he was about to release the grenade. Startled, the man instinctively turned and covered his head, allowing Leng Zirui to quickly step forward and strike the man hard on the back of his neck with his elbow.
The man fainted on the ground, while the rear subordinate lunged at him. Leng Zirui dodged by bending down, seizing the man’s arm, and then placed the grenade into his hand.
"Hold this!"

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