For this trip ashore, Leng Zimo had also made thorough preparations.
Soon, the two of them had changed into their wetsuits and returned to the deck.
"If anyone calls, tell him I’ve already landed on the island." Patting Ah Jiu on the shoulder, Leng Zimo pulled down his diving mask, jumped straight onto one of the two jet skis prepared on the deck. "Ah Sang, Xiao Qi, Da Li, you three come with me."
The four of them geared up quickly. With one last glance at his watch, whose hands already pointed to twelve, Leng Zimo started the jet ski.
With the roar of engines, the two jet skis shot off from the yacht, plunged into the sea, and then sped toward the small island.
Ah Jiu stood on the deck, watching their figures grow distant, his brows tightly furrowed.
He understood Leng Zimo’s temperament; with Madam in danger, there was no way to talk Leng Zimo out of going. The only thing he could do now was pray this trip went smoothly and that Leng Zimo returned safely.
Just as Leng Zimo and the others’ silhouettes were fading into the distance, the phone in his hand finally rang.
"Hello?!" Ah Jiu answered immediately.
"Who are you?!" On the other end, Leng Zirui instantly recognized that the voice wasn’t Leng Zimo’s.
"I’m Mr. Leng’s subordinate, Ah Jiu," Ah Jiu answered politely. "Sir didn’t wait for your call. He’s already taken a jet ski toward the island."
Just from those three words, he hadn’t been able to tell who the caller was, only guessing it must be the inside contact Leng Zimo had mentioned earlier, so he was being very courteous.
"What?" Leng Zirui cried out. "How long has he been gone?!"
Ah Jiu glanced at his watch. "About ten minutes!"

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