Chapter 175 Naval Background

One day later, at eight o'clock in the evening, a small port in Washington, D.C.

Unlike large docks, this was a secluded private port owned by an unknown wealthy businessman from District One.

Only a few fishing boats and two yachts were docked here, all privately owned by the businessman.

There were not many people on the dock, only three large SUVs parked on the side.

Yuan Biao, dressed in camouflage military uniform, sat in one of the vehicles, his face gloomy as he stared at the dark sea in the distance.

The weather was good that night, and the sea was very calm. Waves gently lapped against the dock, splashing water.

About half an hour later, a small fishing boat with its lights on sailed over and stopped far away on the sea.

After a while, the small fishing boat gradually approached the shore, and a dozen figures carrying simple luggage stepped off the boat. There were both men and women, all around twenty-five or six years old, looking very young.

These people were burly and physically strong, clearly having trained. Even the two women, in addition to their beautiful faces, possessed very athletic bodies.

Leading the group was a Thai man named Pa Cha. His body was covered in lean muscles, his skin was dark, and his eyes were long and narrow, revealing an unspeakable ferocity.

These people were all from the navy, and after voluntarily retiring, they engaged in military service work.

Yuan Biao pushed open the car door and walked towards them.

When Pa Cha saw him, he happily greeted him. The two extended their fists and lightly bumped them together.

Both of their fists were tattooed with the exact same design. The tattoo was in the shape of an anchor entwined by a sea serpent, resembling the logo of a for-profit navy.

After everyone greeted each other, Pa Cha walked over and said in relatively fluent Chinese in a low voice, "Captain, Lao Lu and Fourth Brother won't arrive for another two days. They're quite far away."

"Got it." Yuan Biao nodded: "Let's get in the cars first. I'll take you to where you're staying."

The group followed Yuan Biao, got into the SUVs, and quickly drove away from the port.

Sitting in the car, Pa Cha glanced at the unique scenery of Washington, D.C. outside the window and asked in a low voice, "Captain, what's the situation? Why did you call us over so urgently?"

Yuan Biao leaned against the back of the chair next to him and said slowly, "The mission isn't clear yet, but one thing is certain. After this job is done, we can retire directly."

"Besides us, will there be other teams working together?" Pa Cha asked.

"No." Yuan Biao shook his head: "Just our team."

Hearing this, Pa Cha nodded lightly.

What were they doing in this line of work, licking blood from the edge of a knife? It was for money, wasn't it?

The reason these people were willing to follow Yuan Biao was not only because of his strong abilities, but also because he had his own channels for making money.

However, more money also meant that the task would be very difficult. After a brief moment of excitement, everyone fell silent and said nothing more.

...

Fifteen minutes later, the convoy arrived at the high-end clubhouse where Yuan Biao had been staying.

After getting out of the car, Yuan Biao asked Xiao Yan to accompany them, took them to their assigned rooms, and after settling their luggage, the group went downstairs to a private room for a late-night snack.

The table was full of expensive delicacies, but these people ate very coarsely, including the girls, all gobbling down food without any elegance.

Yuan Biao was used to it and gently instructed them: "After arriving here, relax a bit. Eat and play as you please. There's a casino in the basement. Each of you can get 50,000 in gambling chips. President Yan has already informed the casino. You can go directly."

"Thank you, Captain!"

Everyone expressed their gratitude, but their expressions didn't change much.

Relaxing before a mission was also a habit for these people. After getting the money and enjoying themselves, they would have to risk their lives for their employer.

Xiao Yan sat to the side and said politely: "Everything here is free, including food and accommodation, so please feel at ease. If you need anything, remember to come find me."

She didn't know the identities of these people, nor did she want to ask. And when these people heard her words, they just nodded casually, as if they didn't take her seriously.

After everything was arranged, she said goodbye to everyone and got up to leave.

"Click!"

Xiao Yan came to the corridor, but she didn't expect to hear the sound of the door opening behind her. Turning her head, she saw Yuan Biao following her, and couldn't help but frown.

Yuan Biao grabbed her hand and asked with a smile, "Are you busy tonight?"

Xiao Yan got goosebumps all over her body, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and said softly, "Yes."

After speaking, she shook off Yuan Biao's hand and walked quickly towards the elevator.

Yuan Biao stood at the door, quietly watching Xiao Yan's sexy back, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

...

Early the next morning, at the headquarters of the Chinese Legion.

Kang Dinghuang stood in an empty office, talking to an elderly man with white hair, wearing a white shirt and a black tie.

The old man sat at his desk, wearing a pair of reading glasses, looking gentle and very refined.

He looked at Kang Dinghuang kindly and asked softly: "There are reports that the Dragon City side may send someone to the Hua District. This matter has poked the ruling party in the lung. Xiao Kang, what do you think?"

Kang Dinghuang's eyes struggled slightly, and finally he said helplessly: "I will follow the instructions of the higher-ups."

"Hehe." The old man smiled, pointed to a box of new tea on the table: "This is tea that Xiao Lu bought for me, it clears heat and relieves fire. It's autumn and it's dry, so take it back and drink it to relieve the heat. This year has been both cold and hot, and we must also follow the trend of the times, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, you are right." The leader was giving him a hint, Kang Dinghuang could only nod lightly.

"Alright, go back." The old man waved his hand: "Remember to take the tea with you."

"Thank you, leader."

Kang Dinghuang took the tea, got up, bowed slightly to the old man, and turned to leave the office.

Although this Commander-in-Chief didn't say it explicitly, his words were telling Kang Dinghuang that the higher-ups had already made a decision on the Dragon City issue, which even coincided with some of Lu Zhen's ideas.

But Kang Dinghuang knew that Lu Zhen's ability was not enough to leverage this matter, but his influence should also be a factor.

Therefore, after thinking for a long time, Kang Dinghuang took the tea, went directly to the secretary's office downstairs, and found Lu Zhen.

After letting his good friend into the office, Lu Zhen closed the door and asked softly, "Why are you here... Have you seen the Commander-in-Chief?"

He glanced at the tea in Kang Dinghuang's hand.

Kang Dinghuang stared into Lu Zhen's eyes and advised, "No matter how anxious you are, don't move yet."

Lu Zhen frowned: "Why?"

Kang Dinghuang pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said: "Because I have someone in Dragon City."