Yang Gang used every ounce of strength in him to finally wake Ye Qingyin up, and a warship had also arrived by their side.
"Hey, are you guys okay?" One of the navy soldiers in charge of the rescue operation shouted down from the ship's railing.
"Oh, we're okay, thank you--" Yang Gang raised his head and hesitated. "Wait, I think I see two people that really shouldn't be here, am I seeing things?"
At that moment, there was a commotion on the deck.
"Miss Gu, where did you get a shoulder-fired rocket launcher? Don't aim it at people, it's too dangerous!"
A cold sweat trickled down Yang Gang's forehead.
At this point, Yang Fei poked her head out, glaring at Yang Gang: "Yang Gang, you are truly despicable! Qingyin is only 13 years old, you... you didn't even spare such a young girl!"
Yang Gang's facial expression darkened further: "What are you talking about!"
