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Just past eleven at night, the sky was completely dark.
A bright yellow crescent moon hung in the sky, not far from it, a bright star—the Polaris...
The Polaris, the guiding star, a star that can illuminate the way home...
A hole was shot through the shoulder, and blood flowed steadily from the wound.
The belt could bind for a while, but could not withstand the tugging caused by the body's movement while running.
Yin Shixiu found the black and white yacht. After wading through the water to board, he briefly checked the interior of the yacht, but before it was started, gunfire had already echoed from the opposite shore!
The sound of gunfire, "bang bang"...
Yin Shixiu's face turned white, his lips lost all color, and he started the yacht, heading towards the west coast.
The sea was aglow with the lighthouse, the surface of the sea shimmering under the moonlight...
The gunfire rang continuously, thoroughly waking up the otherwise silent port.
