"Bastard, give me the password!"
On one of the fishing boats, a man with coffee-colored skin, wearing a somewhat shit-green military coat, stood angrily in front of a dark-skinned Shen Zhou person. The Shen Zhou person's face bore a hint of disdain, with several bleeding wounds on his body, yet he didn't even frown.
Beside this Shen Zhou person, there were a few other Shen Zhou people, all of whom had their hands and feet bound, curled up in a corner. A few bastards holding AK-47 rifles stood around these Shen Zhou people with complacent looks.
"I'll give you one last chance."
The man with the shit-green military coat looked gloomily at the Shen Zhou person in front of him and said, "As long as you tell me the password, I promise I'll ensure your safety."
The Shen Zhou person said nothing, only a mocking smile on his face.
