Just three seconds after the yacht sailed away, a loud bang resounded—the entire cruise ship exploded amidst tremors—
The blazing fire almost lit up half of the night sky!
Aboard the lifeboat, Luo Qiangwei stared at the cruise ship engulfed in flames, her body shaking violently, her eyes widened to the brink of bursting, "No—Mo Shiche!"
She frantically tried to leap into the sea and rush over but was held back by the bodyguard clasping her arm.
"Mo Shiche! Let go of me! Let me go!" Tears streamed down Luo Qiangwei's face, her trembling grief uncontrollable as she wailed heartrendingly, "I need to find my husband, my husband is up there! I need to find my husband!"
The bodyguards exchanged glances, still restraining her; even if she could get closer now, she would be injured by the remaining explosives. Young Master Mo on board... surely was... undoubtedly dead... blown to smithereens, perhaps...
