"Who said I was leaving," the old man said indifferently.
"I'll accompany you in death, so you won't be alone anymore."
As the old man's voice fell, the paddle in his hand began to spin rapidly.
The boat carrying the two of them was instantly cleaved into four pieces.
The fragmented boat quickly sank the moment it touched the sea surface.
And Xu Zimei and his companion dropped down without any surprise.
The moment his clothes touched the water, Xu Zimei felt a tremendous force hit him.
Every drop of water in this Dead Sea seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
And the more he struggled, the faster he would sink.
"You really aren't afraid of dying, huh," Xu Zimei said with a smile, looking at the indifferent old man in the green shirt beside him.
"Everyone inevitably dies; if one dies for the right cause, a death with value is all that matters," the old man in the green shirt replied faintly.
