"Pfft—"
In the water behind the yacht, a man in a pitch-black wetsuit with goggles slowly emerged.
After waiting a few more minutes to confirm there were no human voices around, the man finally felt at ease and swam towards the yacht.
Having been in the water for nearly an hour, the man's strength had been greatly consumed. He struggled to climb onto the yacht, and after removing his oxygen tank, he collapsed directly onto the deck.
"That bastard Vasel."
The man rested for a long time, taking several deep breaths to finally regain some strength, and cursed Vasel Wen with a dozen obscenities under his breath.
A few seconds later, the man seemed to suddenly realize something, forced a bitter smile, and struggled up from the deck, preparing to throw his diving suit and other gear into the sea, and then quietly leave according to Vasel Wen's plan.
"Vasel Wen's got a few screws loose, no doubt, but his IQ isn't low."
