On the vast ocean, the winter morning sun blazed like fire, bringing a hint of warmth to the freezing sea. A armed ship slowly departed the island, heading forward. On deck, Luo Zheng was tightly bound, and he gave a cold glance at the surrounding pirates. He slightly lifted his head, his eyes closing slightly as he looked toward the rising sun, then turned back to look at the island now a distance away, silently wishing, hoping Lan Xue could stay strong and survive, hoping his brothers could take the tourists back to their homeland. Even if he were to die this time, it would be worth it.
Then, Luo Zheng slowly turned his head to look at Song Yan, who wore a fierce expression. His face also turned icy, and he let out a cold laugh, only to hear Song Yan suddenly bellow, "Hit him, hit him hard."
