The force is immense, powerful and swift.
"Boom!"
Gao Xin didn't move as he stood; an arm of a doppelganger sent him flying.
The old fellow didn't see anything in his vision, yet he was hit by an invisible punch, hurled by a tremendous force, bleeding as he crashed onto the deck.
Gao Xin manipulated Zou Ming's body to walk out, standing on the deck, gazing afar.
The old fellow lay paralyzed on the ground, looking up at the lean figure in the sunlight: "Who... who are you? Zou Ming can't be this strong."
"Who died here?" Gao Xin asked, looking at the bodies of the people in red suits.
The old fellow was uncertain, but seeing his rationality and coherent speech, he explained it all, recounting the past events.
After all, the situation was more powerful than individuals, survival was the priority, and with no apparent intent to kill, he naturally understood the importance of honesty.
