One of his subordinates came over holding an umbrella, offering a concerned reminder.
Rong Shaoze didn't move, his stalwart spine seemed to have stiffened a bit.
Lin Xinlan looked up anxiously at the sky and cursed her bad luck. The weather had been fine, how could it start raining just like that.
The storm raged at sea, and wave after wave came crashing over, submerging her.
Lin Xinlan could only take the opportunity to breathe quickly whenever the water receded a bit.
The rain kept getting heavier, and within minutes the sea level had risen significantly. It wasn't the rain that filled the ocean, but the wind that blew all the seawater in.
The lowest waterline had reached her waist, and soon, she guessed, it would rise to her chest, and then submerge her head…
Lin Xinlan looked up, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Rong Shaoze, biting her lip hard, refusing to beg for mercy.
He stood at the bow of the boat, waiting, also for her to beg for mercy.
