The night sky was pitch black, and the whole resort was covered with dark clouds.

A vigorous figure shuttles through the darkness.

Mu Chudi searched for the dead corner of the resort's surveillance and escaped one by one.

Quickly, we arrived at the dock.

There are several yachts tied to the wharf. The yacht is strangled to death by the thick hemp rope of the arm, as if it were preparing for something.

Mu Chudi took out his pocket knife and wanted to cut off the hemp rope.

Where she's going, she needs a yacht.

"Hey, who?"

An old voice came from behind.

With a quick step, the other side...