The Crisis of Malin Kingdom

It was almost dawn.

In the outer sea of Songjiang Mansion, a yacht was slowly sailing in the ocean before dawn. A rich young master had just finished a bottle of Maotai wine and was so drunk that he almost forgot about himself. He was lying on a tender and plump thigh, blowing the sea breeze. He felt that life was dull and boring.

"I want some excitement..."

"But I have already tried everything…"

"Feeding horses, chopping firewood, traveling around the world. I had tried and lost interest in those before I was even twenty years old..."

"Exotic delicacies, young model stars. Just thinking about it makes me sick..."

"Sigh..." he looked up at the sky and asked, "Why can't I have more excitement in my life?"

Suddenly, he was stunned.

Because, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a strong-built figure stepping on the waves of the sea and slowly moving forward.