In the icy cold seawater, Xu Qigang's face was ashen. If he couldn't save Xiao Ning, what would be the point of returning? What was the point of living?
Time and again, he dived to the ocean floor, to the depths, emerging only when his lungs were utterly devoid of air. He ceaselessly searched the spot where Sheng Ning fell, tirelessly searching, not leaving a single place unchecked.
He calculated the direction of the ocean currents, the underwater eddies and whirlpools, desperately searching. Even when his entire body was numb, even when his skin was so soaked it bore no resemblance to its original state.
Several times, he was unable to swim up from the water.
Qin Yue couldn't watch any longer, and just as Su Hai's orders came through, he knocked Xu Qigang unconscious with the butt of a gun.
Three days later
Jingang Pier, and indeed the entire coastline, had been swept through. Departing freighters, fishermen setting out to sea, transportation fleets gradually sailed away.
