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Chapter 1442 - 973 The Ship Has Arrived_2

Chapter 1442: 973 The Ship Has Arrived_2

"Mr. Jiang is a legendary figure. It’s a shame I didn’t have a chance to meet him."

Luo Peng smiled, "There will be a chance in the future."

Zhong Xiaoai nodded.

Luo Peng continued to eat his breakfast calmly, refraining from any probing or urging since yesterday.

Truly, exceptional people have quite extraordinary qualities.

"Director Luo, if you rested well last night, then let’s head out together in a bit."

Luo Peng looked up while the other person bowed his head.

"Where to?"

The female diplomat said slowly and unhurriedly while eating her breakfast, "Regarding Ms. Xia Wanqing’s current location, we have a rough idea, although it might not be accurate. Director Luo can also stay here and wait for news."

With a calm heart, indeed, there can be unexpected surprises.

Take a look.

The other person took the initiative to invite.

If pressed incessantly with questions, they might very well ignore you.

"When do we set off?"

Luo Peng inquired straightforwardly.

"We can’t determine the specific time right now, but if Director Luo decides to go, we will notify you then."

"I’ll go."

Luo Peng replied simply and decisively.

"Director Luo is already aware of who we’re dealing with. Such international crime syndicates are typically ruthless, so there might be some dangers involved."

"If Officer Zhong isn’t afraid, why should I be?"

Zhong Xiaoai paused, "I will send someone to notify Director Luo later."

The rise of major nations seems not to be mere talk.

This timing is much earlier than Luo Peng anticipated.

Xiang Country.

Song Chaban.

Waves surged.

All around were mountains of stacked containers.

This is one of the world’s top fifty container ports, handling 20% of Xiang Country’s import and export goods. Countless cargoes board and disembark from here daily.

"Toot..."

The sound of the ship’s horn lingered indefinitely, rising and falling, coupled with the surging sea breeze, which to some extent alleviated the heat for the shipping workers.

These porters are all physically robust, with fully developed limbs. Of course, Xiang Country has more than just ladyboys; most real men labor in the hardest jobs.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

Inside the "sea-view room," a man looked at his watch, "Two hours."

Another gazed out to the sea, "This time there are only two items. Isn’t that too few?"

"Quality matters more than quantity. These two are of good quality, especially that woman of Shenzhou. There should be quite a few big clients interested."

The man checking his watch looked up.

Perhaps worried about sun exposure, their faces were covered tightly, and their stature far exceeded the average for Xiang Country men. They spoke in standard English.

"That’s true. Goods from Shenzhou are always in short supply, though Shenzhou has intensified their propaganda now, making it harder to capture a good item."

Hearing his companion’s words, the man with the dive watch displayed a disdainful smirk.

"Today’s Shenzhou people aren’t as obedient as before. Plus, with the implementation of the visa exemption policy, more and more Shenzhou people will come to Xiang Country, only making our work easier."

"Don’t forget that Shenzhou’s officials are always watching us."

"So what? It’s not like that started today. Every country in the world is the same. State power does not serve personal interests."

Upright people using unfair means; unfair means become just.

Unjust people using just means; just means become unjust.

That saying rings true here.

Even the most fair and just words, coming from his mouth, took on a different flavor entirely.

"The man with her was taken by the Shenzhou embassy."

"Not surprising, given he’s a member of the Shen Zhou East Sea Commerce Association, a CEO of a company. But we weren’t targeting him. People like that lack for nothing in women. Just scare him a bit and send him back. The embassies have always handled it that way."

Thinking he might have a point, the other man nodded and silently looked toward the sea.

Their ship schedule wasn’t fixed, usually coming once a month.

That means.

At least several missing cases occur in Xiang Country each month.

Don’t consider it sensational.

Given a country’s size and the huge traveling crowd, this number is just a drop in the ocean, utterly negligible.

Where don’t heinous crimes occur daily?

"How are those two items?"

"Very stable. Especially that woman from Shenzhou; she’s more compliant than any previous shipments, calm and quiet."

"How about the Goryeo item?"

"She’s quieting down too, thinking she’s kidnapped and claiming her family is rich."

"Her family is wealthy but not enough."

Indeed.

There are levels even among the wealthy,

Like those few major conglomerates in Goryeo.

If a daughter of those conglomerates came to Xiang Country, even considering the possibility of no bodyguards, they likely wouldn’t make a move.

They wouldn’t choose ordinary items, but they also wouldn’t court trouble.

Since it’s business, there is a principle to follow.

Harmony begets wealth.

While the embassies seem on high alert, actually there’s an unspoken balance between both sides.

That’s the tacit understanding.

"Prepare; it’s time for delivery."

There’s actually nothing much to prepare.

The cargo leaving from here to Xiang Country has to go through customs, but the goods loaded here are already inspected.

Of course.

There is another possibility.

Which is, a no-inspection company, or no-inspection goods.

In such cases, it’s most likely a state-owned enterprise, with no need to inspect themselves; or, they have powerful roots, to put it plainly, connections strong enough.

Cranes and workers busied tirelessly as various goods passed through their hands, transported to where they were needed.

But there is one kind of cargo the entire port couldn’t imagine.

That is humans.

Smuggling, at first hearing, sounds like a sneaky business, much less living humans, yet at this top-fifty container port, it happened openly, brazenly.

"Buzz..."

Was it an earthquake?

Inside the iron cage, Xia Wanqing suddenly felt the ground vibrating and the incandescent lamp overhead began to sway.

She couldn’t help but grasp the steel bars of the cage tightly.

The other woman from Goryeo, sharing her plight, reacted a bit slower, only realizing when she lost balance and stumbled into the iron cage.

"What’s happening? Do earthquakes occur in Xiang Country?"

Through continuous effort, Xia Wanqing managed to gather a bit of information.

This woman from Goryeo was abducted in Xiang Country’s capital.

Which means, they had no way to speculate as to which city in Xiang Country they were in.

Regardless, it’s highly unlikely for such a strong earthquake to occur there. Even without seeing the outside, the clear sensation of weightlessness was evident; the entire space was moving.

If it truly were an earthquake, with a tremor this strong, buildings or basements should collapse.

"It’s not an earthquake."

Xia Wanqing, clutching the iron cage, looked at the deep, dark "walls," "We are probably in... a box."

"A box?"

Before the words were finished, the entire space steadied again, but for some reason, Xia Wanqing’s sense of crisis grew stronger.

Haven’t they found her yet?

Or rather.

Did something happen to Luo Peng too?

Although up to now, they maintained a courteous relationship, she knew Luo Peng well.

After all, reading people was her expertise.

Luo Peng would never abandon her; he had enough capability to not do so.

Even if Luo Peng fell short, there was still the man who shelled out seventy million to buy her freedom and could engage in casual discussions with the mysterious boss behind Qinyuan, Miss Lan.

Besides temperament, this was a crucial reason why she was able to stay so calm during such trials.

Yet, the cold steel under her grasp made Xia Wanqing’s heart involuntarily anxious.

"Hey, speak up, what do you mean by ’box’?"

The Goryeo woman gripped the iron cage with both hands, loudly calling over.

"Toot..."

Freighters came and went, some departing, some arriving.

From the high vantage point of the "sea-view room," offering a great view, the man with the dive watch raised his binoculars and scanned the sea.

"The ship has arrived."