The search spread out in a fan-shaped pattern from the incident site yielded nothing.
The first day ended fruitlessly.
At night, Yang Chen sat in the cabin, drinking beer, watching the distant sea, his face clouded.
At this moment, he increasingly regretted his decision at that time.
If he hadn't asked Ye Xin to stay back then, this situation wouldn't have occurred.
All night, Yang Chen watched the sea, unable to sleep.
The next morning, when Night Fire saw Yang Chen's appearance, he couldn't help but frown, "Boss, I demand you go rest immediately!"
"No need!" Yang Chen said hoarsely.
At this time, Yang Chen had lost his previous neat appearance, his hair was disheveled, appearing a bit greasy, with a stubbly beard growing, he looked somewhat haggard and unkempt.
His bloodshot eyes indicated he hadn't slept the whole night.
He hadn't rested the night before, either; even an iron man couldn't withstand this.
