The crazy rain pounded on the window, as if someone was knocking on the door.
A muffled groan emerged from the yacht's cabin. Yi Cunling turned over on the sofa, almost falling off. He opened his eyes sharply, seemingly recalling something very important, and quickly sat up from the sofa, but his brain was completely blank. He reached into his pocket and found a palm-sized black notebook and a signature pen, with nothing else on him. He opened the notebook; the first three pages were blank, but on the fourth page, there was an 11-digit phone number, with the following words written below it:
Urgent situation, be sure to contact as soon as possible!
The handwriting was very sloppy, as if written in a hurry.
