The current situation really doesn't look optimistic. Jiang Feng's speedboat has sunk, leaving them with only a precarious inflatable boat.
Moreover, the typhoon's wind direction has changed to an offshore wind, blowing them further away from the coast, almost to the middle of the ocean. The sun is nowhere to be seen in the sky, replaced by a dark, oppressive mass, like a scene from the apocalypse.
"Uncle, do you think someone will come to rescue us?" Chu Feifei hugged her shoulders, shivering as she asked Jiang Feng.
"They will! But..."
Jiang Feng frowned, watching the gigantic waves rise and fall on the sea. In cases of shipwrecks caused by typhoons like this, the authorities would definitely send out rescue teams. But when exactly they'd find the two of them was uncertain. By the time they arrived, the situation might have deteriorated further!
