William Cole immediately stood up, walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains, pushed open the window, and looked outside.
It was still pitch dark outside, nothing could be seen, and the dense fog shrouding the sea appeared to have dissipated a lot.
"Shush—!"
Whistles continued to come, making people feel agitated.
William Cole's gaze flitted about, staring into the depths of the fog.
"Damn it! What's that noise?" Osian Torres appeared, extremely agitated, alongside his men. He became very volatile upon seeing William Cole, "The signal here is intermittent. Just now I had my people log into your Swiss bank account with a computer, and there indeed were several billion dollars in it."
"William Cole, you are a man of your word, and we, the Sharkman Hunters, are too."
Without waiting for William Cole to reply, Osian Torres looked out of the window again, still agitated, "Motherf*****r, what the hell is that noise?"