Out at sea, a red sun slowly rose, illuminating the sky with a glorious dawn. The sea surface sparkled with waves rhythmically dancing in the wind. It was a gently blowing sea breeze, serene and refreshing. Luo Zheng stared fixedly at the approaching armed boat, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The armed boat was full of armed personnel sporting guns and wearing black masks that only revealed their eyes, which emitted a cold and indifferent light, like bloodthirsty wolves.
"What is this?" Ghost Hand exclaimed in surprise.
"Damn, it's those robbers. Guys, I need you to organize the tourists to head into the mountains immediately, just in case." Luo Zheng spoke with a grave expression, his eyes burning intensely as he locked onto the approaching armed boat, a look of deep concern on his face, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms appeared like wriggling earthworms.
