She didn't waste any words, took her long legs, and turned to leave.
Bang!
The short man casually pulled away the female bodyguard who exerted all her strength, tossing her aside like trash.
The female bodyguard passed out on the spot, and the short man's hand once again reached for the gun at his waist.
At that moment, he suddenly jolted backward, losing the ease and comfort from earlier, his whole body tensed like an herbivore drinking water by the river.
He looked up.
On the third deck of the ferry, a long-haired woman was watching him, her black hair fluttering, slender figure seemingly ready to be carried away by the wind.
Player!
"Sweetie, retreat, the target is within the firing range, I'm ready to open fire." A leisurely voice of a woman pretending to be young came through the earpiece.
"There's at least one player on the ship, and 'The King of Black Fog' is in the water." The short man reported the situation while jumping into the sea.
