"Push it over."
Above the sea, where only the sound of the waves could be heard, a ferry was smoothly anchored.
Following an emotionless command, shadows moved on the deck, and then a heavy oil drum was seen tipping over, rolling swiftly forward, and plummeting off the ship into the sea below.
"Sploosh..."
A splash of water erupted.
The oil drum sank quickly, mercilessly engulfed by the icy seawater.
The ripples spread out and then slowly returned to calm; in only a few seconds, the oil drum had disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.
Under the desolate and pitch-black night, Jiang Chen stood on the deck of the ferry, witnessing this inhuman scene with his own eyes.
How heavy is life?
How light is life?
A living person had just disappeared quietly and soundlessly from this world, and there probably wouldn't even be anyone who knew where he went.
