It had just begun.
Tang Qing and others were seen approaching on a speedboat.
The man originally thought he would be rescued.
However, seeing a large group of people arriving with dozens of black bags on the boat, he, having seen his share of the world, recognized that the size of those bags resembled body bags.
Suddenly.
All the hairs on his body stood on end.
Then, seeing the fighters digging pits, his heart sank to the bottom.
Destroying evidence.
This was the only scenario he could think of—it was like finding a wolf's den when cornered.
It was just a bit strange; if it was about destroying evidence, throwing the bodies directly into the sea, or weighing them down with stones would suffice.
Why bury them? Could it be some treasure? The man had no interest in any treasure; his only interest now was how to leave the Solitary Island, and these people didn't look like good folk.
He could only watch and wait.
He kept observing nearby.
After the bags were buried.
