The deep hum of the ship's engines reverberated through the steel beneath his feet. Dim lamps illuminated the narrow corridors, their pale light sliding across the walls as the vessel gently swayed with the movement of the sea.
At a distance, he could see a bunch of soldiers moving in neat rows. Their boots struck the metal floor in an orderly rhythm, each step falling almost perfectly in sync with the next.
Their movements were disciplined, their expressions stern, their eyes constantly sweeping across the corridors for the slightest sign of anything out of place.
Nothing escaped their vigilance, or so they believed. Because unbeknownst to them, someone was moving beneath the harsh glare of a searchlight. Zhao Li Xin stood directly beneath the beam as though deliberately announcing his presence.
