The more Di Qianmo thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest rose and fell even more violently. For the third time, he shattered the LED screen that he had just changed. Then, he turned around and walked out of the surveillance room. He no longer wanted to continue eavesdropping on the conversation between Feng Qing and the Boxing King. He had eavesdropped for so long but had not heard anything. If the two of them were not flirting, it was all nonsense. There was nothing of value at all. Clearly, the two of them were also on guard against him.
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On the open sea, the sea wind at night was especially cold. Ten meters away from the cruise ship was endless darkness. It was a suffocating darkness, and also an incomparably oppressive darkness.
