Qiao Xiaren heard the screams of many women and the low growls of men, an extreme and shocking stimulus of fear. A burly man charged out, still surrounded by the people who had just arrived at the island.
"xx." The burly man in the middle, who was being surrounded, couldn't help but let out a curse, and the bodyguards began to gather around, warily watching their surroundings.
Since their last smuggling boss meeting, they had been very cautious, basically waiting for the heat to die down before contacting each other again with secret signals to set up meeting times.
Unexpectedly, they were still caught red-handed this time.
Noises from a helicopter filled the sky, and several parachuters jumped down from the aircraft. People were coming from all directions, their movements swift and efficient.
At this moment, the seaside was engulfed in a profound chill.
"Raise your hands! Put down all the weapons on you."
