Late at night, after midnight.
Hong Kong, on the silent East Sea coast.
Because it was already very late, the coastline receding due to high tide showed no sign of any people.
Except for a young man sitting in the middle of the beach, leisurely barbecuing fish over a grill.
At that moment, the young man's phone rang with an alarm, breaking the silence of the night on the beach.
Then the young man took out his phone, glanced at the screen, noting the time was already three o'clock, raised an eyebrow, and looked out at the vast ocean, murmuring to himself, "If the information was correct, they should be arriving soon."
It seemed as if the young man's words were heard, as a boat with lights slowly appeared at the horizon and was gradually heading towards the East Sea coast.
"Indeed, they are really coming."
Seeing this large ship appear, the young man sneered, stood up, took the grilled fish off the barbecue rack, and took a bite while waiting for the ship to dock.
