One of his subordinates came over holding an umbrella, offering a concerned reminder.
Rong Shaoze didn’t move, his stalwart spine seemed to have stiffened a bit.
Lin Xinlan looked up anxiously at the sky and cursed her bad luck. The weather had been fine, how could it start raining just like that.
The storm raged at sea, and wave after wave came crashing over, submerging her.
Lin Xinlan could only take the opportunity to breathe quickly whenever the water receded a bit.
The rain kept getting heavier, and within minutes the sea level had risen significantly. It wasn’t the rain that filled the ocean, but the wind that blew all the seawater in.
The lowest waterline had reached her waist, and soon, she guessed, it would rise to her chest, and then submerge her head...
Lin Xinlan looked up, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Rong Shaoze, biting her lip hard, refusing to beg for mercy.
He stood at the bow of the boat, waiting, also for her to beg for mercy.
But she wouldn’t, not even if it killed her; she wouldn’t bow to the devil...
Perhaps it was because of the gloomy weather, but when she saw Rong Shaoze’s face, it seemed completely engulfed in shadow, menacingly grim, like a demon from hell that made one shudder with fear and feel terror all over.
Not only did she feel this way, but also those standing beside Rong Shaoze.
The subordinate holding the umbrella, when he occasionally caught sight of his expression, was so frightened that his hand trembled, nearly dropping the umbrella.
Tao Hua looked solemn and couldn’t help but speak, "If you don’t want her to drown, better rescue her now. It will be harder to save her once the tide rises."
Rong Shaoze turned his head slowly, looking at him with a dark, cold gaze, "Did I say that I didn’t want her to drown?"
Tao Hua, not angry but smiling instead, said coldly, "Then don’t rescue her, let her drown."
Rong Shaoze ceased to speak, his gaze moved to Lin Xinlan.
The sea had already submerged her chest, revealing only a small part of her body. The post fixed in the sea, as if it could not withstand the impact of the water, began to wobble.
Lin Xinlan’s slender figure swayed in the water, seeming like she could be swallowed by the sea at any moment.
Rong Shaoze gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white, his expression becoming even more dark and terrifying!
Such a stubborn woman!
At this rate, she still wouldn’t beg for mercy. Did she really want to die?!
Fine, so you won’t ask for mercy, then when you drown later, don’t ever ask for it!
"Boom—" Another crash of thunder.
The wind at sea grew fiercer, and Lin Xinlan, like a tiny leaf, drifted in the water. A wave came crashing in, and in an instant, her figure was gone from sight.
Rong Shaoze’s expression turned sharp, his gaze quickly searching.
As the wave receded, he saw her face again.
In his heart, a breath of relief inexplicably escaped, but his body remained tensely coiled like a bowstring drawn back, ready to fly off at any moment.
"Cough cough... cough cough..." Lin Xinlan felt like she was going to die.
Her stomach had swallowed a lot of water, and her lungs felt as if they were filled with it. The pain tearing through her chest made it difficult to breathe, and with each breath, she felt an urge to cry.
It really felt terrible, she would rather die instantly than to suffer a slow, agonizing death.
Seeing Rong Shaoze standing at the bow, indifferent, Lin Xinlan knew that if she didn’t beg for mercy, he wouldn’t save her.
A sense of resignation toward death suddenly overtook her, and she began to struggle fiercely, attempting to break the ropes.
She wouldn’t just sit and wait for death. Even if she were to die, she’d struggle until her very last moment.