The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 1027 Unknown

In the conference room, the long conference table was full of people. Xing Zhongxing led the members of the public security team to take their seats in turn, while Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi sat on either side of Zheng Nanyan, who was in the main seat.

Zheng Nanyan raised her hand to signal, and Ji Yang immediately handed her a document.

She opened the document, her voice firm and resolute: "'Sea Shark' has been with the Governor of Hong Kong for nearly thirty years."

Chairman Feng Yuanzheng was once a leading figure in port and shipping, wielding immense influence, and even government departments treated him with deference.

He has three sons. His eldest son, Feng Yan, inherited his business acumen and managed the port and shipping business in an orderly manner.

The second son, Feng Zhan, was a womanizer, skilled in all vices—eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. The 'Sea Shark' was originally Feng Yan's beloved younger brother.

The enormous entertainment venue they provided for him later became a frequent location for Feng Yan to entertain important clients.

She paused here, her fingertips lightly tapping on the document.

Deng Zhouyi couldn't help but ask, "What about his third son? What does he do?"

Ji Yang shrugged behind him and said succinctly, "Unknown."

"An ominous sign?" The crowd exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. Xing Zhongxing frowned and pressed for an answer:

"How could it be an ominous sign? Given the status of the Feng family, there should be some information about their third son."

Zheng Nanyan pushed the document toward Teng Zijing, gesturing for him to look through it: "This is all of Feng Yuanzheng's information. You can take a closer look when you have time."

When I was transferred to Hong Kong as Governor, I heard a story from an old colleague—Feng Yuanzheng had encountered an army robbing supplies during a sea voyage in his early years, and was shot in the middle of the melee.

At that time, the army leader's sister took a liking to him and rushed forward to shield him from a fatal blow.

Later, after negotiations reached a settlement, Feng Yuanzheng took the woman back to the Governor of Hong Kong and provided her with meticulous medical treatment; she gradually recovered.

"A year later, the woman gave birth to a boy, and Feng Yuanzheng was overjoyed."

On the day the child turned one month old, Feng Yuanzheng's first wife came to his door with their two sons and made a scene.

The first wife, seeing the woman's powerful background, temporarily tolerated it. Zheng Nanyan paused, her tone becoming more serious.

"Year after year, Feng Yan and Feng Zhan became more and more successful, but the woman gradually disappeared, and even the child was nowhere to be found."

Some say the wife dealt with it quietly, but no one called the police, and we have no right to pry into their privacy, so it remains a mystery.

Teng Zijing flipped through the documents, his fingertips lingering on the words "Three sons, unknown," his eyes deep and thoughtful.

How could a child who grew up in the Feng family be "unlucky"? There is probably more to this story than meets the eye.

Xing Zhongxing tapped the table: "Regardless of the situation of the third son, the focus right now is on the 'Sea Shark' and Feng Zhan."

Lu Feng and his team have already infiltrated the Governor's office. We need to contact them as soon as possible to find out the ship's defenses before we can formulate a rescue plan.

Zheng Nanyan nodded: "I've already had someone check the 'Sea Shark's' recent route. It's expected to stop in some area of ​​international waters in three days."

That was their 'safe zone,' the most heavily guarded, but also the most likely place to hold hostages.

Teng Zijing closed the document, looked up at everyone, and said, "Three days is enough."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a convincing power: "Let Lu Feng and the others confirm the location of Coco and her father first. We... should prepare to board the ship."

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became tense; an operation targeting the "Sea Shark" was quietly counting down.

Along the boundless harbor coastline, the salty sea breeze carries a cacophony of noise.

Pedestrians of various attire walked in an endless stream toward the giant cruise ship "Sea Shark," most of them wealthy merchants and officials—

The gentlemen, dressed in sharp suits, exuded a composed aura as they conversed in hushed tones with their companions, their conversations revolving around business and power.

The ladies and wives wore backless gowns or tight-fitting dresses, their makeup exquisite, their figures swaying gracefully.

Arm in arm with the man beside her, she walked towards the ballroom or strolled through the casino, her eyes and brows exuding a deliberately displayed charm.

Lu Feng and his team mingled in the crowd and quietly boarded the ship under the cover of the noise.

Taking advantage of the absence of others in the tea room, Shi Tiejun quickly changed into the waiter's uniform he had stolen.

While tying her bow tie, she didn't forget to take out a wet wipe to clean her dusty leather shoes, then turned around, picked up the tray, and joined the bustling line of waiters.

Gu Shoucheng seized the opportunity at the top of the stairs and swiftly chopped down the lone bodyguard.

He was dragged into the storage room to change into the other person's black suit. After putting on sunglasses, he stood at the door with an upright posture, looking no different from the bodyguards around him.

On the other side, Fang Zhongrui and Chu Xiangfeng were dressed as spoiled rich kids, their sleeves rolled up to reveal expensive watches.

He strolled around the ballroom with a champagne glass in hand, occasionally exchanging a few words with the ladies he passed by, while his eyes secretly scanned every corner.

Zhong Huaijin and Meng Zhaowu mingled among the casino crowd, pretending to be gamblers focused on the game.

His fingers twirled the chips, while his ears caught the conversations around him, trying to find clues from the snippets of conversation.

Lu Feng changed into a crew uniform and slowly strolled around the deck, pushing a cleaning cart.

The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his coat, and his gaze swept calmly over the laughing and joking guests, the patrolling security guards, and the tightly closed cabin doors—

Coco and her father must be somewhere on this ship.

The "Sea Shark" is like a giant beast floating on the sea, seemingly peaceful and prosperous on the surface, but hiding countless secrets inside.

Lu Feng was wiping the railing with his head down when Shi Tiejun's voice came through his earpiece: "There are guards on the passage from the tea room to the ground floor warehouse. They look unusual."

"Understood. Stay alert and don't expose yourself," Lu Feng replied in a low voice, pushing the cleaning cart toward another corridor.

Sunlight streamed onto the deck, illuminating everything brightly, but in the shadows, an invisible net had already been laid.

Lu Feng pushed the cleaning cart and turned into the corridor leading into the cabin. The wall lamps emitted a warm yellow light.

His shadow stretched long. Reports from his teammates came through the earpiece one after another—

"The VIP lounge on the east side of the banquet hall is heavily guarded and requires a key to enter."

"They wouldn't lock people up here, would they?" This was Gu Shoucheng's voice, with a deliberately lowered hoarse tone.

"I just saw someone carrying documents into the office on the second floor of the casino. I vaguely heard arguing inside, but I couldn't make out what they were saying."

Fang Zhongrui's tone was somewhat tentative, "I tried to get closer, but the waiter stopped me."

He wisely raised his hand, gesturing for him to leave, and then turned around to report in a low voice.

Lu Feng was casually pushing his cleaning cart when he stopped in front of the door marked "Maintenance Lane" when his encrypted phone suddenly vibrated.

He quickly glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he strode into the shadows to answer the call, his voice extremely low:

"Boss, everyone has boarded the ship as planned, and we are now checking the hostage holding locations."

On the other end of the phone, Teng Zijing's voice was solemn and steady, carrying an unquestionable command:

"Stay vigilant and report any movements at any time. I have arrived at the Hong Kong Police Station and am currently coordinating with Officer Zheng."

You need to quickly ascertain the ship's internal structure, security deployment, and the exact location of the hostages. We're ready to coordinate the operation at any time.

"Yes, boss," Lu Feng replied, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the handle of the cleaning cart.

"Suspicious signs have been found in the underlying warehouse and are being investigated further. Any information will be shared immediately."

"Be careful, don't expose yourself." Teng Zijing paused, then added,

"The Sea Shark's communications may be monitored. Avoid using encrypted phones unless absolutely necessary, and use pre-set codes to transmit information."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng put his phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath.

The sea breeze blew in through the window at the end of the corridor, carrying a salty smell and seemingly bringing with it an invisible pressure.

He pushed the cleaning cart back up, his gaze falling on the lock of the "maintenance lane" door, the decoder slightly warm in his palm—

Time is of the essence; we must find Coco and her father as soon as possible to gain the upper hand in the operation.

The lights in the corridor flickered, illuminating his tense profile.

Before they knew it, a night had passed. Lu Feng and his team had been busy all night on the "Sea Shark".

They searched every nook and cranny they could, but still couldn't find any trace of Coco and her father.

As dawn broke, the cruise ship slowly docked. The deck gradually became lively.

Wealthy merchants and officials, still weary from a hangover, prepared to disembark in twos and threes.

Thinking back to last night, when the ship was sailing on the vast ocean, a gambling-crazed man was crying and wailing hysterically on the deck.

He turned around and jumped into the sea, startling the people around him who screamed.

At the time, Fang Zhongrui was embracing the woman who was cooperating with him in the act. Upon seeing this, he immediately used his long arm to pull her closer to his chest and whispered a reminder: "Don't look."

The woman instinctively buried her head in the crook of his neck, her voice trembling: "Mr. Fang..."

"Let's go for a walk somewhere else." Fang Zhongrui didn't say much, and quickly led her to the next secluded corner, away from the chaos.

Having arrived at the port parking space, the woman straightened her slightly disheveled skirt.

She looked up at Fang Zhongrui, her eyes filled with reluctance: "Mr. Fang, will we ever have a chance to meet again?"

Fang Zhongrui looked at her, his expression calm yet carrying a subtle hint of gentleness, and nodded.

"If fate allows, we'll meet again." With that, he opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then bent down and got in, rolling down the window to look at him: "Well... goodbye."

"Goodbye." Fang Zhongrui closed the car door, watched the car merge into the traffic flow at the port, and then turned to walk towards the agreed meeting point.

Sunlight pierced the morning mist, shining upon him. The pretense and maneuvering of the previous night seemed to vanish, leaving only the somber weight of an unfulfilled mission.

After a fruitless night of searching, where exactly are Coco and her father hiding?

He pulled out a miniature communicator hidden in his sleeve and whispered, "Captain Lu, I've disembarked. See you at the rendezvous point."

Lu Feng's deep voice came through the headset: "Received. The others are almost here. Meet at the usual place."

The harbor wind carried the briny scent of the sea, clearing the mind. Fang Zhongrui quickened his pace, knowing full well that...

The fruitless night meant that the waters around the "Sea Shark" were deeper than they had anticipated.