Two figures quickly disappeared from sight, plunging into the turbulent waters, merging with the darkness, as if they had vanished from existence itself.
Bo Qingyu stood on the deck, his hands gripping the railing tightly, his thin lips drawn tight, the darkness in his eyes churning with violent energy.
Song Yan, on the other hand, seemed much calmer. He leisurely strode to Qingyu's side, looked in the same direction as him, and dismissively shrugged his shoulders.
"You seem pretty worried about her."
This statement held a profound meaning. Of course, Bo Qingyu could hear the implication hidden in his tone.
He lifted his dark lashes and turned his gaze towards Song Yan.
A cruel, chilling smirk appeared on his wicked lips.
"Looks like you're quite confident, but you better hope that they return safely, otherwise..."
His voice trailed off, but the underlying threat was all too clear.
