On the rooftop, the red light on the surveillance cara 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 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 co over, put the computer on the ground and I’ll co 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 imdiately slipped to the side.
Luo Ke lunged forward and grabbed her arm.
"Let go!"
Anxious, Luo Xiaoqian, not knowing where she got the strength, suddenly swung her hand, surprisingly managing to throw Luo Ke off. Without thinking much, she raised her hand and smashed the dagger towards the computer screen, intending to destroy it.
Luo Ke kicked the computer to the side, the laptop sliding over a ter across the floor. Luo Xiaoqian’s stab missed, and he quickly grabbed her ankle.
Luo Xiaoqian intended to chase the computer, but as soon as she took a step, she fell to the ground.
At this ti, Luo Ke got up quickly, dashed to the computer, and reached his hand towards the Enter key, about to press it.
"No!"
Luo Xiaoqian shouted, scrambling to her feet without hesitation and fiercely stabbing the fruit knife towards Luo Ke.
Sensing the wind behind him, Luo Ke instinctively turned around, raising his hand to block.
Thud!
The fruit knife sliced across Luo Ke’s arm, tearing his shirt, skin and flesh splitting open, blood spraying out.
Blood gushed out instantly, spraying all over Luo Xiaoqian’s body and face.
She raised her hand holding the knife again, and Luo Ke grabbed her wrist, using his injured hand to clamp onto her throat.
"You want to die!"
His gaze was cold as a snake.
But Luo Xiaoqian wasn’t afraid; for Leng Zimo, she feared nothing.
"If you dare to kill him, I’ll kill you!"
For that man, she was willing to take his life!
Luo Ke’s pupils shrank rapidly; he was genuinely enraged.
"Die!"
He angrily tightened his grip, and Luo Xiaoqian felt her breath being cut off. Instinctively, she raised her hand, trying to pry his hand away, but his grip was as tight as iron, and she couldn’t move it.
She kicked and hit him, but her body’s strength was gradually waning.
With her mouth open, she panted heavily, feeling a suffocating pain in her chest.
The light before her eyes grew dimr and dimr. Was she about to die?!
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