The thunderous blast of thirty maritime foghorns reverberated across the churning river.
Blinding halogen searchlights cut through the torrential rain, turning the raging brown river into a stage of bright white light.
Cutting through four-meter waves in tight formation came the thirty gleaming European superyachts that Lin Mo had acquired at the Tianhai International Boat Show and refitted for maritime rescue.
Leading the fleet was the ninety-meter flagship, its deep-V hull slicing cleanly through the white foam.
On the bridge stood Captain Old Hai, his gray beard dripping with spray, his hands steady on the polished wooden helm.
Behind him stood thirty veteran sailors from the yacht harbor, men who had spent their entire lives reading the currents of the Jiangnan River. They stood tall and resolute on the open bridge wing, ready for any order.
Right behind the yachts plowed the first five massive steel-hulled armored cargo freighters built by Master Zhou Guodong’s team since Lin Mo rescued Hongxing Shipyard.
Their thick steel bows pushed aside thousands of tons of floodwater like moving iron islands.
