All the ordinary people on the ship who were still rioting were stunned by Ye Shaohua's sudden appearance.
They stared at the fresh red blood slowly trickling down from her hand, with no one daring to make a sound.
Not only was her right arm bleeding, but several other parts of her body also bore dark bloodstains, and her clothes were soiled with dirt and grass.
However, she did not show any signs of discomfiture.
Her back remained very straight.
Her gaze remained very determined.
One could imagine the kind of battle she had been through before.
The ordinary people who had been grabbing the collars of the soldiers slowly let go of their hands.
Lin Lan hurriedly pushed his way through the crowd in a rage, "Ye Shaohua, what are you doing? Do you think your injuries aren't severe enough?!"
Ye Shaohua took a step to the left, avoiding Lin Lan, and slowly made her way through the crowd, looking at the middle-aged man who was leading the resistance, "Where is your wife?"
