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The small yacht hit the water, and Fang Yi leaped aboard with Cai Qin.
Fang Yi was, of course, capable of operating a yacht. After telling Cai Qin to hold tight, he revved the engine to its maximum and charged out, chasing after Liang Yong.
At that moment, Liang Yong, seeing no one in pursuit, breathed a sigh of relief.
Recalling his panicky state just moments ago, he found it somewhat amusing. Was he also capable of fear?
But fear was fear, and there was no shame in it. After all, he had already escaped. Once he reached the open sea and rendezvoused with Song Haoyue, he would be safe.
Liang Yong knew Song Haoyue's plan. Once they reached the vast sea, without a search apparatus, finding their target in that immense expanse would be a fool's errand.
With no one to intercept him ahead and no pursuers behind, Liang Yong's heart relaxed. He beckoned an underling, took a pack of cigarettes from him, lit one, and inhaled deeply to calm his nerves.