All signs indicated that Wilson Finley would not hurt Yvonne Finley lightly.
Serena Brown pursed her lips, looking at the dark sea, she rubbed her pounding chest, not feeling very comfortable.
Edward Brown stopped talking.
He ran to the other side and started throwing up.
He looked like a cucumber that had been pickled for two years, dull and listless.
Caleb Baker had no time to pay attention to their conversation, he was always following the signal display position. The distance to that point was about thirteen nautical miles. The boat they were on was considered a speedboat, so it would take some time to get there. Additionally, the current waves were quite large, which also posed some obstacles in moving forward.
Boom——
The sound of the waves filled the air.
The sky seemed to be splashed with a layer of dark ink, terrifyingly pressing down, as if it was about to merge with the black sea.
