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"Let's go to the back of the yacht. When the opponent fires the missile, we'll jump into the sea and try not to be spotted by them," Fang Bai said.
Fang Bai no longer steered the yacht and let it drift freely, then he, Ye Wumei, and the Lightning Mink crouched and crawled to the back of the yacht.
"I'm giving you one last ten seconds to stop the yacht, or I will order the missile launch! Ten... nine... eight... seven..."
The woman on the yacht ahead repeated the previous words several times through the loudspeaker. Seeing no response from Ye Wumei and no slowing down of the yacht she was on, the woman ran out of patience and began to count down harshly.
The drawn-out countdown reached Ye Wumei's ears. Whether it was fear or nervousness, her body trembled slightly.
"Are you ready?"
Fang Bai's hand suddenly reached out, grabbed one of Ye Wumei's hands, and asked with a smile.
