While Li Qingming exchanged glances with the female CEO, on the other side, the stowaways who had just sworn a death oath of loyalty to Shi Ziqiang were all simultaneously engulfed in confusion.
"Brother Shi... say something, will you, Brother Shi?"
"What do we do next?"
"Uncle Shi?"
Everyone looked at Shi Ziqiang, who sat on the ground, his head hanging in silence, not understanding what had come over him.
Only Shi Ziqiang knew.
He regretted it.
He thought he no longer feared life and death; he thought he was fulfilling the wishes of a close friend.
But it wasn't right.
Completely wrong.
It turned out that his close friend's wish...
Was never his own wish.
The moment Chu Yao and Yu Menghan were shot through by the Crossbow Arrow, it was as if the arrow had also pierced through his own throat.
The same suffocation and loss of words then afflicted him.
He realized he had lost them forever.
