"Mr. Gu… Mr. Gu, help, help me! I don't want to die…"
Hearing Miyata Ichiro's words, the vice president kneeling on the ground trembled uncontrollably, his face pale as he raised his head, pleading with Gu Moqian for help.
"I-I don't want to die either… Mr. Gu, you must save us, I beg you!" Another chamber leader beside him quickly chimed in, equally stricken with terror.
Qiu Yi glanced at Gu Moqian. Though his face was pale, he didn't stoop to begging for mercy.
He understood that Gu Moqian was in a difficult position, and given their friendship, he couldn't force him into anything.
Gu Moqian's expression grew colder, an icy frost enveloping his face, and his aura made it impossible to approach him.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, a tall shadow clambered swiftly upwards along a rope dangling from the edge of the top deck.
