That's... Jiao Yang!
Leng Zimo was overjoyed and wanted to call out to him. Thinking it over, he lowered his voice.
Even though he hadn't seen anyone along the way, it was better to be cautious.
The window had iron grills, making it impossible to enter. He gripped the gun tightly and quickly moved towards the door.
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Qingdao.
Royal Caribbean cruise ship.
Main control room, several of Luo Ke's subordinates had already taken control of the captain and other staff members. Under their coercion, the cruise ship began to weigh anchor and sail towards the depths of the ocean.
Top floor, in the luxury suite.
Luo Ke watched the computer screen with a smile. On the screen, one of the surveillance images clearly showed Jiao Yang trying to use a piece of phone debris to cut the ropes.
Luo Xiaoqian sat beside him, nervously clenching her hands.
"Faster, Jiao Yang, faster..."
In her heart, she silently cheered him on.
