Tong Ran's slender shoulders brushed against the edge of the cabin door as she rolled down, her body descending to a certain height when two safety ropes at her waist jerked her to a halt.
Her whole body hung suspended in mid-air.
The fierce wind continued to wreak havoc, with raindrops as large as beans pounding on her face and body like fists. Tong Ran was disoriented; she instinctively curled her shoulders, as if she were in a gigantic ice cellar, shivering violently from the cold.
Mo Nanjue's dark pupils instantly widened, and with one hand gripping the cabin door, he turned his head. His handsome face was ablaze with anger like Asura, "Do you fucking want to kill her?!"
Luo Xiao stood at the cabin door, his white suit stained with blood. He lifted his head and smirked coldly, "I told you to give her back to me, but you refused. Since I can't have her, then let her die; you won't get her either!"
