A Chinese man appeared, speaking fluent English and dressed in the uniform of the first mate.
Dozens of guards with live ammunition approached, their gun barrels pressing menacingly towards William Cole.
"Hold your fire!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
A woman appeared, dressed in a Chanel suit, her slim legs accentuated by skin-tight stockings.
Especially her figure, full where it should be, raised where it had to be, made many men's minds wander.
"Hazel Kramer?" William was surprised. Hazel Kramer was also on the cruise ship.
Hazel Kramer looked at the first mate of the ship. "This is Lord Cole from Capital City, my friend. He could not possibly be a murderer. The people just now were framing him."
"Hazel, are you sure?"
The first mate's eyes flickered for a moment as he asked hesitantly.
Hazel Kramer nodded slightly, "I am sure."