"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 shimmered 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 name "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 memorable 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 someone 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 memory, he had a wealthy cousin who had spoiled and allowed him to flex his newfound status.
"Hey, we brought some 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 some weed, a bit of cocaine and some 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 seemed 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 some? It's pretty rare."
They quickly started selecting the best spots for taking pictures to share on social media.
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 investment 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 message that they were on their way.
"Is your cousin handsome?" one of the girls asked.
"He looks like an idol," Kwan replied with a confident look. In his heart, his cousin was someone 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 somewhat 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 members 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 moment his cousin's name was mentioned, they had second thoughts. They couldn't afford to offend a big shot after all.
After being informed about the rules, everyone complied. It wasn't a big deal, especially since there were professional photographers with DSLR cameras 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 enjoyment was akin to the last meal of someone on death row.
"Enjoy your last vacation,"