Preparation: Part 1

Three in the morning at the Huaisha City Dockyard.

Chen Hang led a group of close aides as they walked along the docks.

They were clad in black suits, and around them were bodyguards standing ready, forming a tight security net.

Chen Hang was almost fifty. His head was bald, his body muscular, but his strength far away from his prime.

His expression was heavy, as the wrinkles on his face slowly shuddered as he walked, as he bore a sinister look on it.

The group walked to the side of the dock and boarded a medium-sized silver yacht docked by it.

Vrooom….

The yacht roared to life and slowly turned towards the distance, kicking up a large number of waves in the process.

The wind howled and roiled the clouds in the night sky, creating a foreboding and oppressive atmosphere.

Chen Hang stood on the bow of the yacht, squinting as he looked forward.