As the cruise ship sank, the contestants jumped into the ocean from the deck, much like boiling dumplings, and seeing their disheveled state, Jiang Xiuming laughed heartily, but quickly shut his mouth.
In the basket, Dantai braced against the storm as he dismantled a fuel canister.
"Eh, what's he up to? Is the hot air balloon broken?" Dong Zixuan's words made the Warhammer team's atmosphere tense again.
"Impossible, I've checked it repeatedly." Mu Nianqi frowned slightly, having some confidence, and soon realized Dantai's intent, "This guy is really crazy, trying to lighten the load to accelerate out of the storm's range."
"What if the fuel runs out?" Bai Guo was worried to death, "Even if it flies, it will take several days to reach San Francisco, won't it?"
