Mr. Zhou said,
"How can you point your gun at your friend?"
When everyone heard this, they all laughed.
The other hired workers on the ship were confused. Mr. Zhou also laughed a few times and then gently shook his head. The few scholars behind him began to move.
"If you have anything to say, let's clean up this place first."
As he said that, one of the hired people in the scenario said uneasily, "
"Mr. Zhou ..."
Everyone turned their heads. The person who spoke was a young man of about 25 or 26 years old. He was already very nervous, but under the gaze of the dozens of pairs of eyes on the ship, he couldn't speak clearly. He could only point at the sky.
It was evening, not yet dark, but the dense clouds in the sky had already darkened the surrounding light.
The sound of the waves on the sea mixed with the sound of the ship sailing, and a dull 'roar' could be heard in the air. It was probably going to Thunder.
