Waves surged on the sea, and indigo-colored clouds chased each other under the moon.
The silent and desolate abandoned dock flickered with flashlight beams and shadows of people.
A group of people broke through the endless darkness and met with another group.
Seeing the arrivals, Xiao Li hurried forward to greet them respectfully, "President Fu."
The flashlight beam then focused on a figure lying on the ground.
The person was lying face down, his wet suit covered in mud and sand, with a pool of blood beside him.
He was turned over, his face mixed with fine sand and smeared with blood exposed to the air, shot once in each limb and the heart, flesh churned and lifeless.
"What do you say?" Fu Yinli's half face was hidden in the dim light and shadows, his presence ominous and fierce.
"His wife ended him herself; we couldn't stop her, she just left."
Housekeeper Zhao looked at him with a grim expression, saying coldly, "Just dying like this is too easy for him."
