"Are you sure the cargo is here?"
At Xinghai Dock, the burly man, with his group behind him, looked at the empty surroundings and spoke into the phone.
"Of course, it will be there at eight o'clock sharp, ten more minutes. What's the rush? Isn't that Nine Pavilion not so urgent?" A pleasant voice came from the other side of the phone, speaking nonchalantly.
The burly man sneered, "You know it's inconvenient for me to run into Nine Pavilion now. Have you intercepted their people?"
"Don't worry," the woman said, "my people are always much more capable than yours."
"Got it." The burly man hung up the phone with a snap, spat on the ground, and muttered, "Damn woman, just relying on her family connections, Beijing Xu Family, huh."
At this moment, a boat started to approach the dock. The burly man's eyes narrowed, and he immediately waved his hand, leading his men forward. Before the boat even docked, they pointed guns at the boatman and hijacked the boat.
