Sam was afraid that Nie Zhao would act impulsively and rush down, so he practically pressed himself against Nie Zhao.
But even if Sam hadn't stopped him, Nie Zhao wouldn't have rushed down.
He knew what his father was doing, and he knew that going down there now would only cause trouble, so he didn't move.
He simply looked up, searching for something.
The cruise ship, now without power, was shrouded in darkness, so dark that he couldn't find the woman who had once led him through endless mud and darkness, guiding him towards the light—his lover. He was filled with immense fear and dread.
I was so afraid that I couldn't wait for her to appear immediately.
But he was not afraid of death.
What he feared was the man wielding a double-edged dagger, stabbing at himself while simultaneously stabbing at his father.
He feared that his father would die after wounding him to the point of being riddled with wounds, dying for him, but at the same time, he hoped that his father would die soon, the sooner the better.
How could a son wish for his father's death? That's incredibly cruel and wicked.
But Nie Zhao's heart was so black, ruthless, sinister, and vicious; his heart was full of filth, darkness, and sin.
Nie Rong kept adding burdens he couldn't bear, making it hard for him to breathe and almost suffocating. And whenever this happened, Nie Zhao needed that hand, that slender but strong hand that could pull him out of the mire of sin and fear—his wife's hand.
He was terrified at that moment, afraid that Nie Rong would die and Liang Lisheng would die, even though he knew that it was almost inevitable.
But just then he heard a loud, rough laugh: "Damn it, you think you can kill me? You're still too green."
Needless to say, it's Liang Lisheng.
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As for Liang Lisheng, despite his arrogant smile, he had simply escaped with his life.
He knew all too well that Inspector Yu was lying in ambush down there, killing one by one until he killed Nie Zhao and his son.
He didn't even think about surviving when he carried Nie Rong downstairs.
He could even guess that Yu Zhengrong was lying in ambush at the gangway entrance and would blow his head off with a single shot.
But the brothers had experienced many such scenes when they were young. In life, they shared wealth and glory; in death, they shared a grave and shared suffering. They were not afraid, and today they were prepared to die.
What saved his life was his recently grown, 4cm long hair, which he had permed and styled high.
As he peeked out, the silenced CZ75 barrel shot down with a bang—it was Yu Zhengrong's gun.
However, because his hair was too long, Yu Zhengrong misjudged the position.
Because there was no electricity, it was very dark on the ship. The only light that everyone could use was the blue safety indicator lights in the corridors. Yu Zhengrong estimated the location based on the hair. He originally wanted to shoot Liang Lisheng in the temple, but because Liang Lisheng's hair was permed too high, he misjudged the location and fired a shot that hit Liang Lisheng's scalp.
The silenced bullet grazed Liang Lisheng's scalp, only burning his skin and not hitting any vital organs.
The instant the gun was drawn, Liang Lisheng forcefully threw Nie Rong away, then leaped up, snatched the gun, and pounced on him. Weighing a full 230 pounds, when he pounced, even with Yu Zhengrong's superior kung fu skills, he was overpowered and knocked to the ground.
Two bodyguards from the Nie family immediately rushed out, their two guns pointing at Zhao Sir.
When Yu Zhengrong arrived, he considered at least ten thousand possibilities, but he never expected that his game would end before he had even fired a single bullet with his AK and touched the hair of Nie Zhao and his son.
He thought he could kill Nie Zhao and his son, but now he was firmly pinned down by Liang Lisheng.
A fat, sixty-year-old man had a pair of iron arms tightly gripping the gun in his hand, pointing it directly at his temple.
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