Kill You—Do I Need a Reason?
The journey of life was always so wondrous.
Throughout these long yet fleeting years, far too many people lived ordinary lives. They had neither spectacular stories nor thrilling experiences.
They were like tiny specks of dust in the world, silently occupying their own little corner of the vast universe and living ordinary yet genuine lives.
Yet there were always some people whose lives seemed especially favored by the goddess of fortune.
Even if you took only a single day of their experiences, you could write an entire novel full of twists and turns.
Shaken awake from a deep sleep by Xu Dong, Lu Guangyin's eyes were still clouded with confusion and drowsiness.
He rubbed his bleary eyes, and his vision gradually focused. Yet the scene before him instantly sobered him, filling his heart with indescribable shock and disbelief.
At that moment, he thought he was still trapped in a dream, having had a nightmare because he was too exhausted.
However, Xu Dong's scorching breath and anxious expression cruelly reminded him that all of this was reality.
The wooden boat was surrounded as if by a gathering. Ships of all sizes formed several layers around it.
He saw nearly ten familiar warships. Their paint and designs were exactly the same as those of the two ships that had sunk last night, and their decks were packed with people and dark gun barrels pointed at them.
There were also Guerrilla Boats, smaller than the warships, prowling around them like a cunning pack of wolves.
Of course, the Central Command Ship occupying the center was the most eye-catching of all.
But at this moment, Lu Guangyin had no time to admire these magnificent vessels, which represented the pinnacle of human industry.
He turned his head. Shock and