Although Chu Kuanglan felt a bit itchy to act, he knew the bigger picture was important. He scratched his head and said, "Alright, let's listen to Qingzi. We'll pretend to be low-level thugs for a few days, and once we figure things out, we'll flip the table."
Seeing everyone reach a consensus, Su Wanqing smiled, "Alright, let's settle it this way. I'll contact the Cyan Dragon Gang on the ship, and they'll be the ones receiving the new recruits at the dock. Once the ship docks, they'll come to pick us up."
With the plan finalized, they discussed the details a bit more.
It was late into the night when everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
...
Three days later.
The massive hull of the Ark of Hope broke through the ice, sailing on the lead-gray waters of the Arctic Ice Sea.
The bitter cold wind whipped up snowflakes, lashing at everything on the deck.
At this moment, the deck was unusually crowded, with people bustling and clamoring.
