"We're screwed. We're definitely going to die!"
An Dongye's face turned ghastly pale. She couldn't swim, but even if she could, her speed would be no match for the motorboats. With so many of them, each carrying a gunner, escape was impossible. Jumping into the water would mean getting riddled with bullets.
"You've prepared quite thoroughly," Ye Xiu said, his voice deep as he glared coldly at Xia Xue.
"You underestimated me!" A triumphant, hideous smile spread across Xia Xue's grim face. "The bridge is blocked by cars, with 130 well-trained assassins and 130 guns. Below, there are 195 motorboats. Ye Xiu, let alone you—not even Huang Quan could escape this, even if he grew wings."
Look at how cocky you are.
"Sigh, it seems I'm really going to die today," Ye Xiu lamented. "Could you answer a few questions for a dying man?"
