Close to the end of the pier, a twin-engine seaplane was docking there. Yang Jing couldn't recognize the brand of this seaplane, but it looked very good.

There were twelve cockpits in the cabin of the plane, but there was no one inside at this time. Apart from the pilot, there was only Yang Jing, the guest.

Old Mike and the others were standing on the dock, watching Yang Jing board the plane alone. Naturally, they could not fly over with them. The boss had specifically told him that, except for the heirs, others were strictly prohibited from approaching the yacht.

No one among these people except Old Mike knew the reason, but with Old Mike, he only needed one sentence and no one dared to violate his orders.

"Mr. Aller, it's no problem to let Mr. Yang go alone, right?" Frank Abbas watched the plane start to slowly glide on the water, turned his head and asked Old Mike in a low voice.

Old Mike shook his head and said, "This is what Cole personally told me. Besides, aren't our six ships protecting within five nautical miles of Cole's yacht? So, don't worry about anything, this is what Cole specifically asked to do."

Seeing the plane gliding faster and faster on the water, Old Mike sighed and silently muttered in his heart, "Farewell forever, my old friend."

The seaplane with two propeller engines took off very smoothly. After the plane flew out of the water, it hovered in a large circle in the air, then drove at full speed and flew towards the west, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Originally, Old Mike wanted to use a helicopter, but the location of Cole's yacht was parked is 300 kilometers away from Grand Cayman Island, and the round trip was more than 600 kilometers. Ordinary light helicopters did not have such a long range. But if they were replaced with a larger helicopter, Kele's yacht would not be able to land such a large helicopter, so Old Mike arranged a seaplane to transport Yang Jing.

For Yang Jing, the real handover was actually over the moment he signed the letter. Meeting Cole Smith and completing the final inheritance was nothing more than acting in a play.

But this scene must be performed - for the stability of the Dragon Fund.

The plane flew rapidly at an altitude of about three thousand meters from the sea at a speed of more than 200 kilometers. In an hour and a half, it saw the seven yachts of different sizes anchored on the water.

Looking down from a height of three thousand meters, these seven yachts were smaller than matchboxes. However, the distance between the seven yachts was very large. The six yachts on the outside formed a siege of about four or five nautical miles away from the yacht in the middle, surrounding the largest yacht in the middle. It was obvious that the six yachts on the outside were defending the yacht in the middle.

The plane circled two circles in the air, then began to descend, and finally docked smoothly on the side of the large yacht in the middle.

Yang Jing left the cabin and stepped on the wings to get on the yacht. Then the seaplane started again and flew away quickly. The plane simply sent Yang Jing over. After being delivered to the position, the plane had to leave here immediately, otherwise the owner of the plane would not be able to earn that generous reward.

In fact, at this time, Yang Jing could completely relieve himself. There was no one on the ship except him. As for Comrade Cole Smith, his mission ended here.

Since getting off the plane, Yang Jing has not had a rest yet. Not to mention the jet lag, he hasn't even had a meal.

So Yang Jing walked into the cabin and used the ingredients in the refrigerator to make a hearty lunch for himself.

It's already afternoon. The old Mike didn't even care about the meal at noon. He was so stingy.

After eating a Chinese and Western meal of wagyu beef fried steak + boiled eggs with minced garlic + large dishes + steamed grouper + white wine, Yang Jing slept beautifully in the cabin.

This sleep started from about 2pm to almost 9pm. Yang Jing woke up and washed up and walked to the cockpit. After setting the destination of the yacht, he turned on the autonomous driving function and drove all the way to Grand Cayman Island. Yang Jing took out the bedding from the cabin and laid it on the floor of the cockpit to continue the jet lag.

When the sun just rose the next day, the alarm bells set woke Yang Jing up. After getting up, the outline of Grand Cayman Island was seen in the distance, and about a nautical mile behind the yacht, six yachts of different sizes followed closely.

When the yacht was steadily docked next to the pier, the more than 20 holes led by Old Mike had already been waiting on the pier.

When Yang Jing came out of the cockpit and stepped onto the deck, he saw the expectant look from afar.

After shaking his head slightly at Old Mike, Yang Jing quickly walked off the deck.

Looking at the old Mike's expression of being betrayed, Yang Jing gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear: "Master has left, he is walking peacefully."

Old Mike couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

Yang Jing then patted the old Mike on the back and whispered again: "Hey, Mike, you don't have to be so sad. Part of my consciousness has survived from my disciple Albert Yang, so when you see Albert, it's equivalent to seeing me."

This familiar voice immediately made Old Mike raise his head in surprise and look at Yang Jing with his eyes, "You."

Yang Jing smiled slightly, nodded at Old Mike, and said, "Old guy, you heard it right, that's really my voice."

Old Mike immediately burst into laughter, hugged Yang Jing, and happily patted Yang Jing's back, not like an old man in his eighties.

The group of former and current executives of the Dragon Fund next to them were stunned. They really couldn't figure out what was wrong with Old Mike, the respected old man.

He was so crazy because of the big boss's departure, but his expression was obviously not like it. But why was he so ecstatic just now?

Could it be that the boss has not left?

Old Mike's expression immediately made the group of people involuntarily have such an idea.

Yang Jing let go of the old Mike with an ecstasy face, turned to look at the executives in front of him, and then shouted: "My master Cole Smith had left peacefully last evening. Heaven is his destination."

Hearing this, the thought that had just arose in everyone's heart was immediately pressed down.

"There is something about the Dragon Fund. My master told me before leaving, and I also generally knew about the Dragon Fund." Looking at a group of executives with heavy faces, Yang Jing smiled slightly again and said, "You guys, you don't have to be sad. I want to tell you good news here."

Hearing Yang Jing's words, everyone raised their heads.

"Before I came, I didn't know why my master, Mr. Cole Smith, chose me. There are more than seven billion people in this world. Why did Master choose me? It turns out that this is related to my reasons. In fact, my master had already chosen me to be his heir five years ago, and my master had contacted me five years ago, but I didn't realize this at that time. Until yesterday, Master told me the causes and consequences of all things, and I knew why I was standing here today."

"The reason why Master chose me as his heir is that my physique is particularly suitable for Master's skills. You should know that my master has very magical skills, right?"

Everyone nodded. Even though twenty years have passed, they still remember it deeply in their hearts. The main reason is that the slap was so terrifying, just like a superhero.

"And I am particularly suitable to inherit this set of martial arts by my master. As early as five years ago, my master taught me the basic martial arts of this set of martial arts. It took me five years to train the most suitable martial arts for my master. Then yesterday, my master completely passed on all the martial arts to me."

After a pause, Yang Jing looked at the longing but a little confused person and then continued: "Master has passed on all his skills to me, and at the same time, part of his consciousness also remains in my body. In other words, in addition to being me, I also retain about 40% of my master's consciousness!"

Looking at the confused people, Yang Jing continued to explain: "It's very simple. My master did not die completely. His 40% consciousness is actually with the help of me and I still live in this world. This is the unique magic of our martial arts. In other words, when you see me now, it is equivalent to seeing Mr. Cole Smith halfway through the eyes!"

Only then did everyone explode with a "boom". How could they believe these things if they had never heard of such things?

Yang Jing turned his head and looked at Old Mike. Old Mike spread his hands and smiled at him. The meaning was very clear, so let them prove it.
Chapter completed!