West of Saint-Michel Mountain, a strait that's somewhat narrow relative to the sea leads through to the English Channel if one continues straight.
In the midst of the chase, the hands of the clock crossed past eight in the evening; the sun was long gone, and all navigators on the sea relied on radar or lights to set their positions and observe their way forward.
The speedboat that Rupert and his group were on had only a few basic red flashing lights. When the man with the butt-chin turned the boat around to rush back, it took a while for Luo An and his group to notice.
"Shit!"
Reesi, at the helm, got a huge scare, thinking about the consequences of two high-speed speedboats colliding, she subconsciously slowed down the speedboat and started to veer off course.
But the speedboat that Rupert and his group were on seemed to be aiming right at them, turning their bow as soon as Reesi turned theirs, still charging straight at them!
"Damn it!"
"Fu-k Down!"
