"Can you handle it alone?" Tang Si looked at Song Yi.
"Don't worry, go ahead."
She knew Tang Si had his own plans: "I am quite capable of self-defense now."
"If there's anything you need my help with, feel free to tell me. I might be able to assist you."
Tang Si licked his lips and nodded slightly.
Then, under everyone's gaze, he walked out of the room.
People watched his back, their faces fearful and terrified, with no trace of concern.
When disaster struck, their most instinctual reaction was self-preservation. They weren't thinking at all about how to escape from this place.
…
Outside, the night lights were colder, penetrating like icy chill into one's bones.
Tang Si faced the cold wind, holding a specially made flashlight in his hand, looking down at the ground markers.
The slap he gave Strong during the day marked him in a certain way, which only this special flashlight could reveal. This way, he could track where Strong had been on the ship.
