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Alex sat on top of the wooden crate containing the captured leopard. The timbers vibrated beneath him from the noise of the big cat’s rasping cough. In front of him was the captain of the Peng Cheng, dressed only in a pair of holey underpants and sitting on a dining chair, his hands and ankles securely bound.
‘Last chance, Captain Wu.’ They’d succeeded in getting his name out of him, but not much else. Alex guessed that the man and his crew were more scared of their Triad masters than they were of anything the pirates could do to them. He was about to put that to the test.
Alex checked his watch. It was only a little more than thirty minutes since the Penfold Son had sailed away. He and his men had taken the Peng Cheng without a shot being fired, even though they had found AK-47s, pis
