Mo Nanjue strode out quickly; there were people lying all over the bow of the ship. He lifted his head and at a glance saw the Masked Man standing next to the urn!
His lapels were wide open, and there were actually three bundles of explosives strapped to his chest!
Mo Beiyan was covered in blood, clearly badly injured. He was leaning against the cabin door, gasping for breath, with Chen An standing beside him; both of them had guns in their hands.
Mo Nanjue took a step forward, and the Masked Man immediately gripped the cord at the bottom of the explosives warily. "Take one more step and I'll pull it!"
Mo Nanjue tightened his grip on the gun in his hand and stopped walking. "Fine, I won't move. How about we make a deal?"
The Masked Man leaned back against the railing. "What deal?"
"You're after the Jade Thumb Ring, right?"
