How About A Truce?

Jarl operated the speedboat and they advanced quickly out to sea.

After almost an hour, Chen Zhao saw a yacht in front of them.

Chen Zhao guessed that it was their destination.

Who was his client?

A rich person who had played too much in a yacht party?

Or a rich person who had accidentally injured someone?

The speedboat approached the yacht slowly.

A ladder dropped down from the yacht. Jarl asked Chen Zhao to climb first and he would follow.

Chen Zhao climbed onto the yacht and saw many bodyguards. Counting, he realized there were twelve.

He guessed that the owner of the yacht must have some status.

Indeed, he had never seen a person with so many bodyguards.

Even Risfar would usually only have four bodyguards with him.

All the bodyguards here had standard equipment—black suit and sunglasses. They stood with their arms crossed.

They looked pretty fearsome, at least intimidating.