On the rooftop, the red light on the surveillance camera flickered, silently capturing everything within its sight.
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...
On the other end of the signal, on the cruise ship that had already left the dock.
Luo Xiaoqian was still in a standoff with Luo Ke.
"I’ll say it again, give me the computer!"
Luo Xiaoqian forcefully stabbed the knife into her own flesh, the blade cutting through her skin, cold and piercing, warm blood flowing down, drop by drop, staining her gray casual wear a crimson red.
The red blood trickled down her snow-white neck, making the white even purer and the red more dazzling.
A strange color flashed in Luo Ke’s eyes, "If I give you the computer, will you destroy it?!"
As he spoke, he lifted the computer, holding it as he walked over to her.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the screen, where Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang were separately untying the ropes on Jiao Yang’s feet. As long as she held on a little longer, they could escape.
"Don’t come over, put the computer on the ground and I’ll come over."
"Alright!"
Luo Ke bent down and placed the computer on the floor.
"Back off," Luo Xiaoqian growled.
Luo Ke retreated.
"Back off more."
He retreated again.
As soon as he was a few steps away, Luo Xiaoqian quickly ran over, bent down, and tried to shut down the computer.
Seizing the opportunity, Luo Ke suddenly threw a fruit he had secretly held in his hand towards Luo Xiaoqian’s knife-wielding arm.
The fruit hit Luo Xiaoqian’s arm, causing her pain. Her right hand trembled, and the knife that had been against her neck immediately slipped to the side.
Luo Ke lunged forward and grabbed her arm.


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