In the corridor, two figures walked hand in hand.
Under the gaze of the crowd, they gradually disappeared into the distance.
Many outside wanted to make a move, but in the end, they gave up.
At this moment, the middle-aged man beside Elder Li said, "Smiling San Sheng is injured and already on the verge of collapse. If someone makes a move, it will be a sure kill. The woman by his side is not a threat."
"Yes. Smiling San Sheng is heavily injured. Anyone on the ship could kill him easily. But why is no one taking action?" Elder Li asked.
"Are they afraid? Does Smiling San Sheng have someone backing him?" the middle-aged man asked.