Chen Xiaolian had his eyes closed and was putting up a façade of sleeping when he suddenly jolted up to attention!
Everyone within their fleet of boats was working hard to paddle the boats forward. Still, their fleet was moving forward at a slow pace.
The majority of the boats had depleted their diesel. The number of boats that still had diesel were far and few and those were the only boats that could continue to use the engines to propel the boat forward. Chen Xiaolian observed his surroundings and saw that in addition to his boat, the only other boats that still had diesel was the one belonging to the African woman who had made the transaction with him earlier and… a mercenary boat. The engines on their boats continued to roar out.
Even on Hans’ boat, the volunteers were already working hard to paddle their boat forward.
Chen Xiaolian’s face immediately sank.
