The smoke from the gunfire had dissipated.
The sea surface once again became calm.
There was no sound from Evil Island.
The waves continuously beat against the rocks.
A rustling sound carried through the air.
Before long, a head emerged from beneath the water's surface.
It was Lin Fan, who had previously jumped into the sea with Ning Mengyao.
His right hand was clutching the now weak Ning Mengyao.
Assuring that there were no people on the beach,
he finally dragged her onto the shore.
"What exactly happened? Did we encounter pirates?"
The soaking wet Ning Mengyao,
lay powerless on the sand.
She hadn't recovered from the shock even now.
This kind of scene, usually seen only in war movies,
had genuinely happened to her.
If it weren't for Lin Fan's quick reflexes, she might have been buried in a fire.
