At this moment, just as dawn was breaking, in the morning light, one could faintly see a large ship slowly approaching the ocean. This was the ship Stephen and his team had previously used. To preliminarily assess the situation, they had anchored the large ship further away and had first sent over a small boat with a few special forces soldiers.
"Miss Long, let me arrange for our team members to escort you to the ship to rest first."
Currently, Long Linger was actually in a sorry state. Her clothes were all torn, she was covered in dirt, and she looked like she had crawled out of a trash heap. Moreover, there were several noticeable wounds on her face and neck. So, Stephen decided to have her retreat first.
"No, I want to stay here and watch. I will take you to him; I want to see him as soon as possible," Long Linger said anxiously.
