The white cruise ship slowly approached the dock.
Gu Xuanye stood calmly at the dock, the streetlight stretching his tall shadow far and long.
With a clank, the gangway was lowered.
At that moment, Gu Xuanye was just a few meters away from the cruise ship. He could see Lou Shuhui's facial and bodily injuries more clearly, the cold wind causing her body to shiver uncontrollably. Despite her disheveled state, it couldn't conceal her innate elegant demeanor.
She was still urgently persuading Gu Xuanye to leave.
Fan Kun emerged from the cabin, his left hand slightly clenched, faintly revealing a black object in his grip. It was most likely the remote control for the timed explosives.
Although a sniper had aimed at Fan Kun, he couldn't be killed just yet. First, the timed explosives weren't fully dismantled, and second, they weren't certain if Lou Shuhui or the ship itself was also rigged with timed explosives.
