The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

It was a superyacht worth three or four billion.

Like all wealthy people’s favorites, there were various entertainment facilities on the yacht: swimming pool, gym, club, etc. However, all these high-end venues have been completely removed. The spacious area was converted into a gigantic arsenal, housing the latest weapons in the world today.

The hall can accommodate helicopter landings, and it’s equipped with speedboats, even missile setups.

The mysterious owner is none other than the infamous mercenary team in the Underground World. At this time, they also joined the search and rescue mission related to the crashed aircraft.

As night fell, a speedboat sliced through the waves.

Someone strode up: "Boss, a client is here requesting a face-to-face meeting."

The man known as "Boss" was of average height, with a plain appearance, the kind who would instantly blend into a crowd and not be noticed. Yet no one knew that he was the true Emperor of the Underground World.

He frowned slightly but said in a deep voice, "Please invite them."

In the simple reception room, Wan Donglin sat down. Looking around, everything was very low-key, like a cautious businessman.

He went straight to the point: "I hope you can timely inform me of the latest information you retrieve..."

This information, even needs to be prioritized over that given to the authorities.

The "Boss" has received countless clients, but mostly they wanted killings, not many wanted rescue, and such straightforward requests to find people. However, the financial temptation offered by the other party was really too great. He hesitated a bit and then straightforwardly agreed: "Alright, Mr. Wan, we will provide you with the latest information promptly."

"I request this information to be forwarded to me three days in advance."

In other words, the publication date for the officials must be delayed by three days.

"No problem. However, Mr. Wan, I must remind you, we are not responsible for providing living people. We don’t have such capabilities."

Wan Donglin was disheartened.

Nations poured in their national power, and even this unassailable mercenary group pre-emptively issued a disclaimer.

The "Boss" took the payment, naturally serving wholeheartedly, "According to reliable information, it’s suspected that a foreign country is eyeing those two scientists because they are carrying very important materials... Even, they themselves are extremely important living materials, living fossils..."

Apart from exceptionally outstanding scientists or individuals who possess immense secrets, who else would be worth acting upon?

In recent years, mysterious weapons have been evolving rapidly, biological research has entered a terrifying new realm, who wouldn’t want to obtain this first-hand information? Just like in Hollywood movies, scientists have become targets of crime, exceptionally common.

Combining information from various sources, Wan Donglin basically ruled out the possibility that someone was specifically targeting Yan Xixi. It seemed to be a complete case of collateral damage.

The two talked for a while, then he bid farewell.

The "Boss" escorted him out and suddenly asked, "Mr. Wan, your commission is quite special, so I venture to ask, who is this person to you?"

Wan Donglin replied indifferently, "She is my wife."

The "Boss" was stunned.

He thought it was some special figure; turns out it was about finding a family member.

"I’m very sorry, Mr. Wan, my condolences."

He shook his head.

The words heard most these days are "condolences."

He just asked, "Is there still a chance of survival? I mean, even the tiniest bit of hope?"

The "Boss" responded frankly, "Mr. Wan, I regret that this question is difficult to answer."