Peter approached the railing, looking down from his vantage point at the man disappearing into the depths of the water, and said with a hooked smile, "You told me not to cause trouble, yet you go looking for women yourself. What's the logic in that?"
Mei walked over, picked up the clothes from the ground, and said coldly, "Unlike you, he doesn't need women to survive."
"Then what was he doing? Has the target appeared?"
"It's none of your business."
After speaking coldly, Mei turned and walked back into the cabin.
...
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Verlan International Hotel, Presidential Suite on the 18th floor.
Qiao Chengxun stood on the balcony, letting the sea breeze ravage his face, holding a glass of red wine. His deep and obscure black eyes blended with the night sky, his face devoid of any human emotion.
At that moment, Wang Youwei suddenly came over, "Boss, Officer Diocletian is here."
Qiao Chengxun nodded slightly, holding his wine as he walked back into the suite.
