Unfortunately, Yan Fei wasn't interested in enlightening them. He was gloating as he said to Old Chang, "Alright, you can leave now, right? There's no saving it! They brought this on themselves; they've got crude oil on the ship, quite a bit actually. I'm betting it's smuggled, and once it catches fire, there's no saving it."
"No wonder it's burning so fiercely." Old Chang glanced at the raging inferno, murmured to himself, then turned around and waved his arm. "Brothers, set sail!"
Yan Fei chuckled, "Well, just letting you know, I didn't swim over there, and the ship caught fire, it wasn't me!"
Old Chang was stunned. If it wasn't you, how do you know there's crude oil on the ship?
But then he understood and nodded, "Mm, it wasn't you!"
...
The people on the yacht were too far away to know what had happened. By the time they noticed the opposite ship on fire, thick black smoke was already billowing up from the sea.
Then they saw their own fishing boat heading towards them.
