One of them, when the others weren't looking, secretly pulled the corpse onto his wooden raft and covered it with something.
After doing this, the man glanced around with his bloodshot eyes. Seeing that no one had noticed him, he let out a sigh of relief.
He didn't join the others to fight over the bag of snacks. Instead, he moved away from the fray and continued to fish on the water's surface with his tool.
Stella Sterling had lost count of how many similar scenes she had witnessed on her journey.
But she paid it no mind, simply continuing forward in her speedboat. She knew of a place that would be suitable for her to stop for a while.
However, her gaze fell upon the dilapidated wooden raft. When she saw the corpse's foot sticking out, her eyes went cold.
'Has it really come to this already?'
Just then, the man on the raft happened to turn and look in her direction. When he saw her watching him, a flash of panic crossed his eyes.
