At 10:30 PM, Charleston Port, a certain dock.
At this time, the area was brightly lit, and a medium-sized yacht was moored in the center of the dock.
A group of people stood in front of and on both sides of the yacht, over thirty people, including the SWAT action team, Coast Guard, and special investigation team agents, all holding weapons and staring intently at the second deck of the yacht with solemn expressions.
On the second deck, a man and a woman, both ragged and pale, were trembling all over.
A man was hiding behind them, occasionally waving a handgun, with a calm smile on his face, not taking the people below the yacht seriously at all.
Vasel Wen had eyes only for Luo An, and he asked with a smile:
"Group Leader Luo An, how did you discover that I didn't take that speedboat to leave?"
Luo An chuckled; he had been tracking by car all the way, never turning off the "emotional detection" in his mind and had firmly memorized the emotional fluctuations of Vasel Wen.
