Just as Yang Fei was pondering his strategy,
two luxury cars had already crossed two sloping steel suspension bridges, spanning between the two islands.
The speed of the cars gradually slowed down.
The young man in charge of greeting everyone was named An.
Yang Fei and An chatted idly along the way.
His generous and humorous way of talking completely put An at ease.
The young man instantly reverted to his lively nature.
An was a local indigenous resident, very familiar with everything on Dragon Island.
To the outside world, Dragon Island had always been intensely mysterious.
Because it was perennially shrouded by sea fog, and around the island lay a large area of reefs.
Passing ships always found it difficult to discover Dragon Island.
Thus, Dragon Island had never been discovered by the people of the world.
About seventy to eighty years ago, a cruise liner ran aground in this chaotic reef area.
Nearly all of the tourists on board were swallowed up by the sea.