The liquid dripping from his chin fell onto his wrist, and the man lowered his head, looking at the bright red linear mark on his wrist.
He hadn't bled in a long time, and didn't expect his own blood to still be warm.
"How long will it take to salvage the shipwreck?" As Long Xiliang spoke, more blood poured down his lips.
Zhou Qi's vision was blurred by the sweat on his forehead. His limbs and brain grew cold, and Long Xiliang's voice felt distant and unreal to him.
He almost replied to Long Xiliang with his last shred of will:
"Salvaging a shipwreck could take more than three months..."
The hydrologic situation in the deep waters of the Wucha Sea is incredibly complex.
Ships frequently and unintentionally sink in these deep waters. Given that salvaging a ship costs nearly tens of millions, the Long Family's people generally can't be bothered to salvage unless the sunken ship contains goods worth hundreds of millions or even billions.
