Liansu took a small envelope out of his pocket and handed it over.
Mu Yunshen had forgotten how he received it, and how he managed to open it. All he saw were the four words on the pristine white paper—
[Live well.]
Mu Yunshen's eyes suddenly reddened. He stood still, maintaining his posture without showing any visible signs of rage, but his fingers were almost crushing the paper into powder.
His joints were nearly breaking under the force of his grip.
Shiche.
The name, which felt like that of a brother or a family member, stuck in his throat, rough and rolling, unable to be called out or swallowed.
......
The massive explosion had caught the attention of the Seattle police, who arrived and cordoned off the scene.
The few remnants of the cruise ship were salvaged after the fire was extinguished.
Luo Qiangwei and Yan Chu were both taken to the hospital.
Yan Chu was unconscious as he was wheeled into the emergency room.
