At that moment, in the room on the second floor, Che Hui held a bottle of liquor in one hand and a satellite phone in the other.
"Rest assured, there won't be any problems. She won't survive the night."
He glanced at the time with a confident smile. "This should be resolved by now; we'll sink the ship. With a storm at sea tonight, it's normal for accidents to happen. Regardless of whether she's really from the Wen family, no one will know she was here."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of a gunshot, followed by an explosion. The floor shook, and the lights overhead flickered with an electrical buzzing sound.
At that moment, the door burst open, and a subordinate rushed in with a frantic report. "Someone broke in and threw a grenade."
"What did you say?"
Che Hui was taken aback. The island was isolated, and people in the hunting grounds couldn't leave the safe zone. Furthermore, those people wouldn't have grenades.
"Have they been captured?"