The giant cruise ship, in contrast to the vast and boundless ocean, is merely a leaf on the water.
The fierce wind and gigantic waves surged towards the deck like solitary islands coming at full force...
The battlefield had moved from Long Yinxiao's room to the narrow corridor.
Long Yinxiao stood behind hundreds of bodyguards, staring ahead at the place a dozen meters away, where screams and gunshots intertwined.
In this narrow corridor, the smell of blood grew stronger, indicating that more and more people were being sacrificed.
A voice reported to Long Yinxiao through the Bluetooth earpiece in his left ear:
"Second Master, all the other passengers on the ship have evacuated."
"Understood."
Long Yinxiao's face showed little emotion, but during the fight with Yan Nanxun earlier, his face was scratched, and he had wounds of varying degrees on his chest, right arm, and right thigh.
The blood spreading from his chest seemed to bloom into a dazzling flower over his heart.
