Qi Taiguo anticipated that the Loo Family would act out of desperation, but he hadn't expected them to become so deranged as to attempt to blow up an entire ship's worth of explosive cargo and perish together.
If not for the quick reflexes of his men, they might all have died here.
But an accident still occurred; a soldier shielded the reckless Ning Le and took a bullet for him, hitting the shoulder. Fortunately, it was just the shoulder — if it had been the heart, there would have been no saving him.
Everyone on the ship had been subdued. Qi Taiguo eyed them coldly, a motley crew turned so deranged, treating lives so carelessly. The Loo Family must have paid them handsomely, right?
But is money really more important than life? If you're dead, what use is the money?
"Has everyone been subdued? Are they all here?" Qi Taiguo asked, "Have you checked the lower deck?"
"Ning Le is conducting the final sweep."
Qi Taiguo nodded, "Who's in charge here?"
