C741 Farmers and Snakes
"Boss, we've cleared the storm zone," his subordinate bellowed.
Ruan Cai lifted his gaze to the sunlight now bathing his face, a smile breaking across his gaunt, dark features.
Every seafarer knows the relief of surviving a tempest's wrath.
At that moment, a gaggle of guests spilled from the yacht's cabin, eager to savor the now tranquil sea.
A glint of coldness flickered in Ruan Cai's eyes
