"Wow, this yacht is huge!"
"Are we seriously going to that island on this thing?"
"Kwan, your cousin is filthy rich."
The murmurs of young people buzzed around the pier as nearly 30 of them laughed, snapped photos, and marveled at the impressive yacht before them.
The yacht's exterior was impressive. Its white hull shimred in the sunlight, and large windows adorned the upper deck, allowing passengers to enjoy the scenic views.
It also exuded an air of modern luxury, with a sleek design that balanced sophistication and practicality.
The na "Ocean Wave" was displayed in gold lettering near the bow, adding a touch of elegance to the overall look. It was a stylish vessel, ready to take its guests on a morable journey across the sea.
"Yeah, he's quite loaded," Kwan replied with a smug face. He acted as though he had hit the jackpot, like soone who had just landed on a gold mine.
But it was understandable, given that he no longer had any recollections of being beaten up or manipulated. In his mory, he had a wealthy cousin who had spoiled and allowed him to flex his newfound status.
"Hey, we brought so drugs with us, is that cool, bro?" a bald man with a muscular body inquired, his hand resting on his girlfriend's shoulder acting like a wannabe gangster.
His girlfriend also had fake blonde hair and heavy makeup, so when people saw the two of them together, they thought they were a perfect match. A wannabe gangster and a wannabe blonde – a match made in heaven.
"What drugs did you bring ?" The other boys started getting curious.
"Just so weed, a bit of cocaine and so special drugs I got from a secret source," he replied with a proud look, as if carrying drugs elevated his status in the group. It was a typical mindset of a good-for-nothing bully and delinquent.
"Special drugs? Are you talking about the Dragon Crystal?" one of the boys, who seed to be also a druggie, asked.
"You know about it?"
"Of course. It's the hottest type of drug right now. How did you get so? It's pretty rare."
"I have my connections," the bald man replied with a smug smile.
"Hey, you should stop talking about drugs. We should get inside. ," His girlfriend interjected with an annoyed expression.
"She's right," Kwan chid in with a laugh, and he gestured for everyone to follow him.
As they approached, they could see a welcoming party of ten crew mbers dressed in crisp white uniforms, ready to greet them.
"Welco Mr. Kwan , " With respect and courtesy, they all bowed their heads in a synchronized display of hospitality.
"Good job," he replied with a condescending tone as he handed over his bag, exuding an air of arrogance.
"You can hand them your bags too. They'll take care of it for you," he shouted, making it abundantly clear that he was the one in charge today.
"You look really cool, Kwan!" the girls began to shout, their eyes gleaming with interest. They couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be if they could beco Kwan's woman. Perhaps he might even introduce them to his wealthy cousin.
"Handle our bags with care," his friends then abused the crew's hospitality and began to act like they were the bosses as well. In response, the crew simply smiled, seemingly unfazed by the behavior.
However, as soon as they all settled onto the ship, a dark and creepy smile appeared on their faces.
Their expressions were so weird that anyone might have mistaken them for a group of serial killers rather than people in the service industry .
"You bastards haven't changed a bit. You're still a bunch of degenerates," a female crew mber muttered to herself.
"I will enjoy this vacation," another crew mber spoke with malice, this ti a male.
***
Inside the yacht, everyone was welcod by a vast deck. The deck was expansive, providing ample space for people to relax and enjoy the ocean views.
It was adorned with comfortable seating, allowing guests to bask in the sun or find a cozy spot in the shade. The wooden deck, well-polished and in impeccable condition, added a touch of elegance to the overall ambiance. It was the perfect area for passengers to soak in the sun, feel the gentle sea breeze, and savor the beginning of their voyage.
"My God, this place looks expensive!" the girls exclaid as they began running around the mont they stepped in.
They quickly started selecting the best spots for taking pictures to share on social dia.
The boys, headed straight for the food banquet. There was an array of luxurious foods and wines available, making it clear that the catering for the event was extravagant and expensive.
"Hey, Kwan, where is that rich cousin of yours?" the bald man inquired, his thoughts drifting towards the potential investnt opportunities such a wealthy individual might provide for his questionable activities. He was planning to pitch his drugs business .
"He'll be here soon," Kwan replied, having received a ssage that they were on their way.
"Is your cousin handso?" one of the girls asked.
"He looks like an idol," Kwan replied with a confident look. In his heart, his cousin was soone who had always treated him well.
"Introduce us to him," the girls who didn't have their boyfriends with them pestered Kwan.
As for those who did have one, they felt sowhat unlucky. They couldn't flirt with Kwan's cousin without potentially offending their boyfriends.
"Sir , Kwan . Young Master told us that phone should be confiscated for now," One of the crew mbers spoke and interjected .
"Alright , guys give all your phones to them . Don't worry you will get it back once we are in the island." He declared.
"Why should we? We want to take more pictures," the girls protested.
"Don't worry, we have professional photographers joining us. It's just that my cousin's identity is quite complicated, so we need to be careful," Kwan explained.
They initially wanted to protest, but the mont his cousin's na was ntioned, they had second thoughts. They couldn't afford to offend a big shot after all.
After being inford about the rules, everyone complied. It wasn't a big deal, especially since there were professional photographers with DSLR caras present, which satisfied their desire for high-quality pictures.
On the other hand, the boys indulged themselves in the expensive food and wine, thoroughly satisfying their desires. Everyone was in high spirits.
Little did they know that their current enjoynt was akin to the last al of soone on death row.
"Enjoy your last vacation,"
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