He ordered George to wait on shore and strode straight onto the yacht.
Minutes later, the engine of the small speedboat was started, heading toward the international waters.
The speedboat took the two men to a white yacht in the Gonghai District.
Displayed prominently on the white yacht was the name Isabella.
Huo Zhenyang was also accustomed to yachts.
Of course, he knew this was a limited-edition model from a luxurious Italian yacht brand.
This yacht was worth over an eight-figure sum.
And someone who owned this kind of yacht definitely possessed wealth worthy of respect.
Huo Zhenyang's expression remained undisturbed as he walked onto the deck and followed it to the front of the yacht.
The familiar figure, wearing a white bathrobe with the belt loosely tied around his waist, sat on a scarlet sofa on the deck, embraced by two enchanting and provocative bikini-clad women, and was currently sipping a glass of whisky.
