One hour...
Two hours...
Three hours...
He had no idea how much time had passed before night fell.
A wave crashed heavily into his face. Dong Xuebin shuddered awake and looked around, instinctively freezing for a moment before understanding his situation. The plane had exploded, kicking up wave after wave. Had he passed out and been carried away by the seawater? Luckily, he was wearing a Life Jacket. Dong Xuebin was now floating on the sea, surrounded by nothing but dark water and white spray.
Where was this?
Where was the plane wreckage?
Using the moonlight to search his surroundings, Dong Xuebin had completely lost his bearings. It should already have been nighttime, yet it had only been afternoon when he escaped from the plane.
After drifting on the sea for so long, who knew where he was now? He only knew that he was probably very, very far from the Plane Crash site. In every direction stretched nothing but endless ocean.
This was truly the worst possible situation!
Dong Xuebin's heart sank. Drifting alone at sea—this was the kind of situation where he could call to heaven and earth, yet receive no answer. With a sigh, he knew escaping alive would not be so easy. He had survived the plane crash and the explosion, but the threat of death had still not passed. He was so far from the Plane Crash site. Could the Rescue Team possibly find him? No, they might not even be able to locate the Plane Crash site itself. Before passing out, Dong Xuebin had seen those reefs get blasted beneath the sea, vanishing without a trace. At most, there would be some floating debris left on the surface. Whether the Rescue Team's planes could spot it was another question altogether.
Had he escaped the