On the deck, Xue Mingtai, dressed in a grand robe, issued a series of commands.
Despite the dire situation,
this gentle and elegant son of Tsinghua remained unhurried, exuding the demeanor of a great general.
Behind him, Uncle Yu stood hunched over, carrying an ancient sword on his back.
The young girl Ye Zi held a white cat, her face slightly pale.
However, she always stood behind Xue Mingtai.
Boom!
Yang Fei had just climbed onto the deck when a shell landed on the right side of the ship's railing.
The shell caused a splash about four or five meters high, making the entire yacht sway.
Ye Zi screamed, almost falling backward.
Xue Mingtai grabbed her waist and pushed her backward.
"Get off the deck quickly, don't stay here."
"No, Ming Tai, I want to stay with you."
The usually obedient Ye Zi stubbornly clung to Xue Mingtai's waist.
Her voice had a sobbing tone.
Seeing Yang Fei charging up, Xue Mingtai pointed to Ye Zi.
