The rotor blades whirred downwards, Li Qin gripped his gun and opened the cabin door, peering down, "Young Master!"
Mo Yaochenn was stunned into silence for a while, then suddenly screamed, "Uncle Strange!"
Tong Ran was frozen in place, tears streaming down.
Mo Nanjue rushed to the bow, the waves that had just crashed aboard had washed away the blood, he gripped the railing tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, "Chen An! Get your ass up here!"
Below, the sea was littered with the wreckage of four yachts, stained blood-red, it was impossible to tell whose blood it was...
Everything was blown away.
Really gone...
How could it be gone?!
Mo Nanjue gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with a blood-thirsty crimson, the man propped himself up with one hand and leaped down!
"Mo Nanjue!"
Tong Ran shouted, the helicopter had already descended, Li Qin slid down along the safety rope, "Miss Tong, the young master, you come up first!"
