Ethan Sterling took a deep breath, forcing himself to endure, his fingers unconsciously caressing the tattoo on his wrist.
He stroked it over and over, closing his eyes to rest.
In just over twenty hours, he would be back in Z Country, and he could get Seraphina Redgrave out.
The freighter started to sway, indicating it was moving, and the refugees in the hold couldn't control their balance, swaying left and right as the cramped space gradually filled with the low curses of men.
"Fuck you! Was it you who pushed me just now?"
No one knew who started the fight, but in such a cramped space, it soon turned into a brawl.
The conflict drew close to Ethan, and suddenly someone threw themselves onto him. In the darkness, a fist swung harshly towards his face.
Ethan abruptly opened his eyes and instinctively turned his head, dodging the punch.
Then he pushed the man off him, who crashed into the hard wall with a cry of pain, making a loud disturbance.
