Fu Zhinian put away his phone and cast his gaze toward the few men kneeling on the deck. They were battered and bruised; some still had blood trickling from their wounds, looking as though they had just endured a torture session. When they met Fu Zhinian's eyes, they shuddered uncontrollably.
A moment ago, they had seen him smiling and thought it was a hallucination, even harboring a fantasy that the man known as "Asura Fu"—the terrifying Second Master Fu—might spare them. But in the blink of an eye, his expression had shifted, reverting to that of the formidable Asura Fu.
"Speak. How did you find out about our shipping route?" Fu Zhinian asked, his hands tucked into his pockets, his trench coat whipped up by the sea breeze.
Chapter 47