Chapter 162

At this moment, Wang Chu'an was standing on the deck, sipping a can of Coca-Cola he had found in the kitchen refrigerator. He enjoyed the faint coolness brought by the gentle breeze and the distinct, briny scent of the ocean. He listened to the crisp sound of the waves lightly slapping against the hull of the boat. He looked out into the distance, where the water met the sky in a shimmering expanse while sea gulls soared through the air. He remained completely oblivious to what had transpired inside the lounge. He would never have guessed that, simply because he had acted a little too mature, he had almost been mistaken for a spy and arrested.