Murder, a simple word, echoed in everyone's minds like the tolling of a bell.
They all looked towards the projector screen once again.
How could it be possible!
On a ship covered in black mud, did someone really dare to make a move? Could anyone even make a move?
The bespectacled man swallowed his saliva. Under Pelu's reminder, he also noticed this fact:
"Not the Black Whale Group's people, in the footage transmitted by the Eye of Long Voyage, the bald man who was in charge of docking for the Black Whale Group is dead as well, and besides, the Black Whale Group has no reason to harm us.
To dare attack our boss under the joint assault of the nearshore overlord and the black mud, it would have to be at least a third-tier expert.
Could it be the Deep Sea Merchant?"
Pelu propped her cheek, watching the footage over and over again.
"It's not the Deep Sea Merchant. Despite the storm, there was still light; the Deep Sea Merchant wouldn't appear during the day."