Cold Heart

Standing in the dark, he stared at the other side of the sea. His laughter was low, like a wild beast making a sound that made one's heart tremble. He laughed for a while before gradually stopping.

It was too late. The sea seemed to have become flat ground. Only the sound of waves could be heard.

A long whistle sounded. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the freighter left the port.

"Boss, there's no problem. The freighter has left. You can set off on the speedboat." Assistant Zhu stood beside Li Chuhai and ended the call with the people on the ship. He said respectfully, "They've already checked all the places and confirmed that it's safe."

Li Chuhai didn't move. The cold wind blew for at least ten minutes before he returned to the car. After another half an hour, he said, "Contact them again."

It was difficult to get off the freighter. He didn't want to get off. He had to leave safely. It was better to be careful.