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