"Little Li, what's happened to you?"
The eight-character mustache Chi hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, shouting at Little Li a few times, but to no avail as Little Li had been struck on an acupressure point, causing him to faint on the spot.
Chi felt along the back of Little Li's neck and was startled to find a wound there. He quickly laid Little Li down, ready to pick up the firearm in his hand. However, in the next second, a sharp dagger appeared at his throat.
"Drop the gun!"
In the darkness, a voice cold to the bone reached his ears.
Feeling the threat of death, Chi hurriedly tossed the firearm to the ground; he swallowed hard, his facial muscles trembling involuntarily. He hadn't expected anyone to appear at the ferry at this hour, yet he had not seen any yachts or other fishing boats—how did this person get here?
"Zzzzz..."
