The originally pitch-black sea was suddenly dotted with over a dozen red lights.
As the flickering lights got closer, the sound of motors reached their ears.
Standing on the deck, Lin Fan watched as more than ten speedboats rapidly approached them.
From their signal lights, it was apparent that their target was his own yacht.
"How could there be pirates here!"
Xu Zhi Rou wasn't panicked at all but rather curious, as this area was not a main shipping route, and there weren't many passing vessels.
If they were pirates in this area, wouldn't they starve to death?
"These are opportunistic thieves; they are normally fishermen making a living by fishing. But when they encounter a small cargo ship or a yacht like ours, they turn into pirates. You could say it's a side job."
Lin Fan, with his arms crossed, watched the quickly approaching fishing boats.
These seas were just as restless as the land.
