The salty ocean breeze carried the heavy stench of oil, rotting seaweed and diesel exhaust as Han Ruochen walked down the docks. Through the tinted glass of her sunglasses, she looked out over the massive coastal territory that was now legally hers. This was hers. Even the official deed that was nestled in her coat was stamped with red official seals that made her the absolute owner of this deep-water port.
"This is my first victory," she told Tong Zhaodi beside her. "How do you feel? After all, you went along with me as well."
Tong Zhaodi's fists were clenched tightly in front of her as she held her hands together. Her eyes were still staring at the docks where they would work from now on, and her breath started to come out in trembling exhales.
