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Jin Bo and Fang Fei had witnessed storms before, and fortunately, when the tempest arrived, they were on the island, witnessing the tumultuous waves firsthand. In the face of a storm that could change the very colors of the sky and sea, there was no chance for mere mortals to escape its fury.
The leisurely yacht immediately went into a state of high alert. Although Dai Wei mentioned that there was no immediate danger, those who had lived on Land for years could not grasp what "no immediate danger" truly meant. Upon hearing that a storm might be approaching, even the group playing mahjong became anxious, their panic genuine and palpable.
Song Yao and Chef Jia were chatting in the restaurant when they suddenly saw a crew member rush back to the cabin, panic etched on his face. They too began to feel nervous. Jin Bo and Wu Wentao called everyone on board to gather in the hall and briefly explained the situation, especially emphasizing Dai Wei's warnings, which he repeated several times with increasing urgency.
They counted heads, organized supplies in the cabin, and checked the condition of the yacht. People moved back and forth as if the cataclysmic storm was already upon them. The previously cheerful and relaxed atmosphere vanished, replaced by a heavy tension that cast a shadow over everyone’s hearts. They had thought that with a boat and fuel, they could safely reach the island and embark on their new journey; their imaginations had painted too rosy a picture. Reality was merciless; there were no zombies at sea, no enemies lurking about, yet danger still loomed.
The newlyweds finally left their room and found chaos on deck as people rushed about. They hurried to find Song Jiu.
"What’s going on?" Jiao Ziqian asked, still lost in blissful ignorance of the yacht's impending threat.
Song Jiu sighed and replied quietly, "It’s nothing serious; don’t panic."
"Really nothing?" Jiao Ziqian was skeptical, noticing that Brother Jiu ’s eyes also reflected concern.
With a helpless smile, Song Jiu conceded, "Old Dai said there might be a storm."
"Damn." Jiao Ziqian's expression changed as he looked around in confusion, muttering, "This little boat can’t handle it, can it?"
"Not necessarily," Song Jiu said, casually holding a cigarette. He turned to glance at Ying Dou Dou and Yuan An running up with ropes; there was no wind at all—the flags weren’t even fluttering.
Perhaps it was psychological; he sat up straighter and spread his legs slightly, casting a glance at the girl beside him.
Sister Jiu stuck out her tongue, giving a playful smile as she pushed aside the star-spangled banner among the mountains and leaned down.
Her perfectly shaped body tensed slightly before relaxing again. She put on her sunglasses, lay back, and twisted her waist, indulging in the sunshine, the day, the beach, and her youth.
By the palm trees, the door of a Hummer swung open, and Captain Hook jumped out, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight. He glanced over at the sunshade, and his expression became more animated. Gaoyang had long been accustomed to e's sexual orientation and daily pastimes; however, as a straight man, he found this alluring scene quite eye-catching.
The Blonde Woman was too lazy to hide herself, clearly unbothered by being watched. The Foreign Operatives had long gotten used to it; no one paid them any mind. The hottest gaze on the entire beach belonged solely to Gaoyang.
Approaching the sunshade, Gaoyang cleared his throat and said, "e, there's news."
The girl, focused on her task, was startled and quickly lifted her head. The Blonde Woman was in a state of excitement and didn't care much about him; she pressed Sister Jiu's head down again and gasped out a "say" in between breaths.
Gaoyang silently cursed under his breath and said, "A message came from the sea; they've found that ship."
"Okay, oh right, um, continue."
Gaoyang was sweating profusely, unsure if he should continue. He coughed again and added, "However, they say there's a storm today; that ship might be doomed."
"Oh~"
The Blonde Woman's expression changed dramatically. She let out a sharp gasp as her body arched up. Pressing Sister Jiu's head down firmly, she twisted her waist vigorously. For a moment, her body stiffened before shaking violently in rapid succession. Bright, glistening liquid splattered everywhere, covering Sister Jiu's face.
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