Nearly two hours had passed, and Tang Zheng had made good arrangements for rest and travel times. He wasn't too tired. After turning a great arc, he was no longer facing the beach, but several kilometers of rocky cliffs where the seawater hit, splashing up snow-white waves, and the entire air was filled with the sound of the rising tide.
He found a protruding rock to sit on, ate a canned beef lunch, and enjoyed the scenery where the sea met the sky. Frankly speaking, it was incredibly beautiful. Through the clear water, one could even see schools of fish swimming everywhere, along with the gorgeous coral reefs that sprawled over many areas.
However, his peace was soon disrupted when his hand accidentally touched the white waist bag, triggering the memory of the nineteen bombs that could blow a person to smithereens strapped to him.
Tang Zheng twisted his body uneasily. No matter who it was, they would be anxious if they were carrying unfamiliar and potentially lethal items.
