The voice carried over.
It seemed soft but reached the ears of every survivor.
The bald brute was quite annoyed. Who was the idiot talking at a time like this? Didn't they know he was busy with something important, watching these survivors cast aside kindness and morals for a bite to eat, continuously seizing each other, trying to drag the once high-and-mighty goddesses from their pedestals to the dirt.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The deck's survivors all turned to look at one another.
Two unfamiliar survivors.
Gu Hang, clad in equipment, stood beside Lin Fan, not expecting to find such a massive cruise ship, nor the many survivors on board, which he had been unaware of. His eyes surveyed the faces of the survivors—some haggard, some delirious, some listless as if living corpses.
"Who are you?" demanded the burly man operating the lift, clearly displeased. He reached out to shove Lin Fan aside.
