They left the hotel.
The night air on the island was crisp and cool. A gentle breeze brushed against their faces, bringing with it a refreshing chill that invigorated the senses.
The waves lapped endlessly against the shore, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle. It was as if they possessed a magical power, capable of calming the mind and bringing a sense of peace.
Alvin looked at Feng Mountain. "Boss, are we going to the River Beach or back to the cabin?"
"To see my boat, of course!" Feng Mountain replied without hesitation, turning to walk toward the Merchant Fishing Pier.
Among the group, besides Feng Mountain and Alvin, only Young Master Xu had ever seen the River Beach. Su Ziweng and Yves had only heard of it but had yet to lay eyes on it.
Bathed in moonlight, the entire island seemed to be veiled in a layer of mystery.
The River Beach was moored quietly at the pier, its massive hull like a silent giant in the darkness.
