No matter whether it's a time of peace or chaos, there will always be places untouched by sunlight.
There's no way to dispel the darkness, only to keep running towards the light.
In the dim ship's cabin, the faint knocking sounds appeared weak and pitiful against the crashing waves.
"Stop knocking, no one will save you..." A hoarse voice, tinged with numbness and despair.
But the knocking didn't stop, intermittent, with a special pattern.
Outside the ship, Ji Ning agilely climbed up the ship's body and suddenly stopped at a certain spot.
But the crewman behind her urged, "Climb faster, don't dawdle, Brother Six is still waiting for us to save him."
Ji Ning glanced at him, pressed her lips together, and continued climbing upward.
If she hadn't misheard, it seemed like she heard some kind of distress knocking.
A rhythm only known to special personnel.
Could there be other undercover agents on the ship?
