The captain's quarters were not located in the inner cabin but at the top of the deckhouse, because the higher position offered a far view and a rather nice appreciation of the scenery. Chen Hong and over ten other trusted followers were inside the captain's room.
When Chen Ming pushed the door open and entered, Chen Hong was sitting on a plush sofa, legs crossed at the knee, one hand holding a Cuban cigar and the other holding half a glass of red wine, blissfully relaxed.
This scene caught Chen Ming's eye, and his heart inexplicably twitched; the half glass of red wine looked striking, and in his eyes, it seemed like the blood of nearly a thousand brothers from the Dongying Guard Base.
"What's the matter?"