Bridge.
Lu Yuan, Wesley and Lin Jingsheng were all on the bridge, waiting for the submarine's reply.
With a submarine like that, if they really went head‑to‑head when both sides were in perfect condition, the destroyer would definitely be the one to suffer. Lu Yuan also wanted to settle the hostage issue first. Once Chu Lin was back—put bluntly—they didn't care whether the others lived or died; Chu Lin's safety was all that mattered.
Lin Jingsheng was so nervous his palms were slick with sweat. Xiao Qiao said, "They've been thinking about it for so long, what if they say no?"
"They'll agree," Lu Yuan said. "They don't have wings; they can't just fly off. They're bound to say yes."
Ten minutes later.
The bridge's Line Two cut in, and James replied, "Captain Lu Yuan, I agree. I'll give you Chu Lin. You'd better keep your word too, or I'll blow you all to hell."
