Zhuo Junyue punched the guardrail, Junyi was dead, not even leaving a trace. How could he explain this to his family?
At this moment, Zhuo Junyue felt an especially strong urge to annihilate the assassin organization.
In the sea, Zhuo Junyi's thigh was injured and was bleeding.
She was increasingly struggling to keep up, and if it weren't for the floating board she was clinging to, she would have definitely sunk into the sea long ago.
She waved her hand, seeing the man standing on the armor-plated deck.
It was her brother! Her brother had come.
"Brother… brother… I'm here..."
She had just called out when her head suddenly sank beneath the water, and she swallowed several mouthfuls of salty seawater.
She felt her body getting colder and her hands so tired they couldn't muster any strength.
"Brother… save me..."
Zhuo Junyi caught sight of a shark swimming towards her. Panicking, she struggled with her last breath, "Brother..."
