As he spoke, Hetastian nced at Walter, who was smiling broadly. "Do you have a solution?"
Walter replied, "Of course I do, but you all want to kill me. I have no reason to help you, right?" Hetastian and Alistair exchanged a nce.
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He released Walter''s cor and apologized with a stiff face. "Sorry, buddy. I was impulsive and misunderstood you."
Hetastian also said, "I''m really sorry. Because you all suddenly burst in, it was natural for us to think it was you. But now that the misunderstanding is cleared up; we owe you an apology." Walter smiled but didn''t continue to entangle with them; after all, he still needed their help.
Walter said, "You get someone to take all the fuel from the cruise ship. I''ll get someone to bring the yacht over, but the yacht can''t fit so many people. You decide quickly who to take with you." Hetastian agreed immediately. "Okay, no problem!"
The warehouse where the fuel was stored had yet to be flooded, so it was still possible to retrieve it. He didn''t want to waste time.
He asked Alistair to take people to get the fuel while he counted and determined who must be taken away. Walter also took out a walkie-talkie and instructed those people to bring the yacht over. They should still be close behind; with Walter''smand, they would probably have been waiting at sea.
Quinn finally regained some strength in her body. She pushed the man off her with all her might, got up from the ground, and searched for something on the yacht that could help stop his bleeding. After searching for a while, she found a few white towels and two bottles of disinfectant.
She was delighted and ran towards Alexander with the items. Running too fast, she stumbled and fell, the disinfectant rolling far away, leaving ayer of blood on the ground.
Ignoring the pain, Quinn got up, picked up the disinfectant, and knelt beside him.
Fortunately, there were lights on the yacht; and she could barely see his injuries.
His shirt was almostpletely soaked with blood on the back. Although no blood was visible; a touch revealed a bright red on his hand.
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Gritting her teeth, Quinn picked up a dagger that someone had dropped earlier and cut open his shirt from the wound. She saw the wound on Alexander''s back. Although the wound was not wide, it was deep; and blood was still flowing out. Quinn didn''t know what to do, so she could only press the towel against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
However, not long after, she despairingly discovered that the area under the towel was gradually turning red, the color spreading out little by little.
Seeing this, tears uncontrobly streamed down Quinn''s face.
She looked around at the vast sea and saw no one to help Alexander.
She searched his pockets and found a phone. But there was no signal when she turned it on.
Quinn held him helplessly, tears mixing with the blood on her face, dripping from her chin.
He showed no reaction.
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But this time, she cried so sadly; and he didn''tfort her.
Quinn called, "Alexander."
Quinn cried uncontrobly on the sea; it seemed that only her cries could be heard.
When the wind blew, even her cries were scattered.
"Alexander..."
The yacht lost its driver, drifting aimlessly on the sea, isted and helpless.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
The speed of the yacht gradually slowed down, suddenly hitting something, violently jolting.