On the rooftop, the red light on the surveillance camera flickered, silently capturing everything within its sight.
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On the other end of the signal, on the cruise ship that had already left the dock.
Luo Xiaoqian was still in a standoff with Luo Ke.
"I'll say it again, give me the computer!"
Luo Xiaoqian forcefully stabbed the knife into her own flesh, the blade cutting through her skin, cold and piercing, warm blood flowing down, drop by drop, staining her gray casual wear a crimson red.
The red blood trickled down her snow-white neck, making the white even purer and the red more dazzling.
A strange color flashed in Luo Ke's eyes, "If I give you the computer, will you destroy it?!"
As he spoke, he lifted the computer, holding it as he walked over to her.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the screen, where Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang were separately untying the ropes on Jiao Yang's feet. As long as she held on a little longer, they could escape.
