The first thing that appeared to Xia Lei once he exited the cabin was Sa’im with an odd expression on his face. Despite that, the Iraqi did not look nervous. Xia Lei was perplexed. “What happened?” 

“Boss, take a look at this,” Sa’im gestured him over. 

Xia Lei trailed behind the man onto the deck. There, the Iraqi captain and a few of his sailors were huddled together deep in discussion. The captain looked into the distance while another sailor traced his finger along a map laid on the floor. The scene was reminiscent of an ancient ship on an expedition where the lost crew were in search of an island to dock. 

Xia Lei was immediately reminded of the crystal skull. He thought no one. “Did the crystal skull wreck havoc on the ship’s navigation system? Is that why they’re resorting to ancient sailing techniques to pinpoint their path?” 

And as expected, the captain pointed to the span of ocean ahead of them. “What the fuck! We were en route to Egypt’s Port Said but… For some...