At this moment, Fang Ming was completely in a daze. He reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and with a slightly trembling hand, pulled one out and put it in his mouth:
"Damn!"
"I shouldn't have asked. Does Old Zhao want to kill me?"
It wasn't just Fang Ming; the viewers from Blue Star in the live stream were also filled with guilt.
If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have urged Fang Ming to make fun, and now things had gotten heavy.
Fang Ming took out a match, trying to light the cigarette in his mouth, but the wind and waves were too strong. How could he possibly light it? After several failed attempts, he angrily threw the matchbox into the sea.
He spat out the cigarette from his mouth, then looked at the soldier in the front row.
Yu Feng saw this and could only say:
"There's nothing we can do."
"The first batch is basically doomed; we can't survive."
"There's no way to save him even if we wanted to."
