When Rowdy Brightwill uttered the word "disappearance", his voice shivered slightly for no apparent reason.
In fact, he didn't want to say these words at all. People often subconsciously avoid things they dare not face, like him, unable to accept the loss of a dear friend.
Even if it's disappearance.
Everyone knows, to disappear in this vast sea is to risk a lot.
Perhaps...
"My son?" Aunt Janice muttered to herself uncertainly, a flash of confusion crossing her eyes. But very quickly, she regained her fierce momentum, glaring at Rowdy Brightwill, and shouted at him strongly, "Dare you say you were saving my son? Look, has my son come back? So what if he's missing? My son is dead! He's dead! What does it matter if you guys die? With so many people, you couldn't even save my son!"
The sharp voice carried far away, and each clear word fell into the ears of every soldier present.
They looked up in disbelief, their bodies trembling with rage.
What?
