Chapter 2097: Chapter 1919: The Ship Is Sinking! Kuala Lumpur. Manor. "Why hasn’t there been a call yet?" Luo Xi paced back and forth in the living room. Five hours. Already ten minutes over. Suddenly. "Beep beep!" The phone rang, and Luo Xi quickly picked it up, "Hello, I have the money ready." Unexpectedly, it was not the robbers on the other end, but one of his subordinates, "Not good, they’ve gone to sea." "What?" After a moment of being stunned, Luo Xi shouted. "How is that possible?" Upon hearing this. The other side quickly explained: "We found that car at the beach, abandoned. I suspect the other party knows it’s hard to get the money, and it’s useless in Malaysia, so they simply took young master Vika out of the country." "..." Luo Xi was speechless. As expected. The five hours were given to him to prepare, but it’s a bit strange how that car managed to leave Kuala Lumpur smoothly and make it to the beach by the Malacca Strait. "Are you sure Vika is on the boat?" "This..." Without witnesses, who dares to guarantee. "Keep looking." Luo Xi suppressed his anger. "Yes." "Clack!" Ended the communication. Another phone was sacrificed at Luo Xi’s house. The butler silently picked it up, removed the SIM card, and inserted it into a new one, "Perhaps this is the kidnappers diverting attention, making us think that someone is on the boat." "Hmm." Luo Xi nodded, not ruling out the possibility. However. Can’t be entirely sure. "Sigh!" A bitter smile and a sigh. Today. It’s like being cursed. ... On the sea. "Chug chug!!! Chug!" An old fishing boat. Was slowly sailing, like an aging old man, with mottled rust, messy planks, and some dents on the hull, the engine’s intermittent sound, as if it could stop at any moment. On the boat. In the cabin, where the catch was stored, Vika lay slanted, the strong smell of fish was overwhelming. Human adaptability is powerful; from the initial difficulty in breathing, now he felt nothing. "Ha!" "I, Vika, have come to this day too." Looking down. It was all seafood, an octopus was still constantly crawling on him. "Growl growl!" His stomach started complaining. "Delicious." "Tasty." "Hmm hmm, eat more." At this time. A voice that made Vika even hungrier came from above, "Hey!" he shouted, "I’m hungry, can I have something to eat?" His words were mostly a plea, not daring to make demands. No kidding. If these people knew the hostage had rights, they wouldn’t have thrown him into the cellar, nor would they have tried to use insanely stupid buoyancy to lift him up. They almost got him killed. Rats. Snakes. Taking turns onstage. God. Let’s just be honest. "Hungry?" A familiar face appeared above, and seeing it, Vika shivered, damn, can’t afford to mess with someone who thinks up using buoyancy to lift him from the cellar, "Brother, please, I’m so hungry." "Hmm." The person nodded. "Alright, starving you to death does us no good either." Quickly. Vika saw his dinner, it was a pancake tied to the railing with a rope, hanging down in a roll, just open his mouth, and he could eat it. He helplessly looked up. No one. The others went back to dipping hot pot. "This shrimp is big." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 "The squid is good too, but the grouper is too small." "..." Vika looked down. I. Vika. Today, for survival, I eat such food, it absolutely does not mean I have lost my dignity as a member of the Suto Family. After a bit of self-consolation, Vika opened his mouth and took a bite. "So fragrant!" Though hungry. He remained rational. One bite at a time. Otherwise. Once finished, if the rope couldn’t hold, dropping it on the ground would be awkward. Eating the hanging food was already Vika’s bottom line, if it fell on the ground, he would never eat it no matter what. Hmm. Absolutely not. A minute later. "Hiccup!" Choked. "Hiccup!" "Hiccup!" It took a while to stop. Full, Vika looked up, like frogs at the bottom of the well, the sky was just a square and was sealed with a railing, completely inescapable. Even if he got up there. Even if he successfully seized the boat, he wouldn’t know how to operate it. God knows where they have sailed to now, heading north to Thailand is too far, this boat obviously can’t hold up, leaving only one target. ---Indonesia. Just across the Malacca Strait. Very close. Thinking of this, Vika couldn’t help but feel lost, tossed around domestically, and again abroad, a slight mistake, he might just get himself killed. Suddenly, he thought prison didn’t sound so bad. At least it’s safe. But here? A smart robber and a dumb one. Both are frightening. If he could choose, he would rather go to prison first, the outside is just too dangerous, so many bad people, and so many fools, "Boom~" the pitch-black sky suddenly lit up. The next moment. "Rumble rumble!" Rain. Poured down in torrents. "No way!" Seeing the raindrops hitting him, Vika twitched his mouth. Here it comes again. The scene from the afternoon had left a very deep psychological shadow. The wind also gradually picked up, out at sea, the fishing boat was like a sampan, very poor in resistance and started shaking. "Splash!" Along with a pile of catches, Vika slid to one side. "Bang!" His arm had a close encounter with the cabin. "Splash!" The boat tilted to the other side, and for a moment, Vika bumped around, the injuries from being beaten during the day were exacerbated, but it was too painful to speak, just when he thought this was the limit. "The boat is sinking!" "Poof!" Vika almost spat out blood. Damn it. This is hell-level difficulty, didn’t you have any idea before going to sea? At least look at the weather forecast, check the boat’s condition, rushing out like this, are you seeking death? I... "Clang!" From above. The railing suddenly opened. "Come up." Vika was ecstatic, stood up, letting the person drag him by his expensive clothes, pulling him up from the cabin, once up, Vika’s heart sank again, his eyes filled with terror. Only to see. The front half of the fishing boat already sank. Seawater flooded the deck. "..." Damn it. Do you have any plans at all? Vika felt he wouldn’t be killed by the robbers, but rather by these people’s stupidity. Lifeboat? None. Only a few black tires, one held by the captain, one worn by another robber, and as for the one who pulled him up, there was one by his feet too, these were the rescue equipment. Then. Under Vika’s dumbfounded stare. "You’re free now." After speaking. Sliced the rope tying Vika with a knife, then grabbed a tire, and leapt down, "Sorry, rest assured, even if you die, we will find a way to get the money." Vika was dumbfounded. This statement had a lot of information. Rest assured? Get the money? "..." I’m clearly the hostage, why does it seem like I’m an accomplice, this statement is heart-stabbing, it’s not the time to consider that, but how to survive in this desperate situation. Look left. Look right. There wasn’t anything that could make a person float. What a scam! Why didn’t you prepare four tires!