They're leaving the Maldives today. If Night Hawk doesn't make a move now, there might not be another chance in the future.
There's still an entire hour until boarding, and fearing they might encounter something unexpected if they wandered, they could only let them stay in this lounge, going nowhere.
Though they seemed nearly bored to death, there was no other choice. The previous events still left lingering fears. None of them could endure once again those days of not being able to find them.
"I hear that current transplantation techniques are quite skilled, just move a toe to the finger, and it will recover just as before," Qianxun said, looking at her severed finger.
Now, Heather's wound was still wrapped.
Sometimes just a glance would make Qianxun's heart tremble.
Because seeing her like this, she immediately recalls that series of events that occurred at Night Hawk's base.
