"Bang——"
The bullet shot out and struck heavily into Mo Shiche's chest, as thick blood spurted out...
Mo Shiche's handsome face contorted with pain as the gun dropped from his hand, and he turned his piercing gaze toward Yan Chu, his eyes filled with shock and outrage as he realized in that instant that this was all orchestrated by Yan Chu, who even possibly masterminded it.
Below, Luo Qiangwei, anxiously waiting on the lifeboat, was caught off guard when she heard a gunshot, her body trembling, and she felt a sudden coldness from head to toe.
"Mo Shiche!"
Her voice was hoarse as she called out, but the cruise ship was so high that she couldn't see what was happening above.
He promised he would come down, why hadn't he come down yet... Who was shooting at whom...
Had he been shot?
On the deck, Mo Shiche heard the familiar shout. His pupils contracted, and his first instinct was to walk to the railing to look down at her.
