At sea, the Night Owl was wearing a wetsuit, escaping from that ship.
That ship was too big of a target, Adrian Desmond would surely kindly inform the police that he was on that ship.
On a small island, the Night Owl came ashore, took off the heavy oxygen tank, looked at the sky full of stars, and took a deep breath.
He lay on the beach, placing his hand on his lips, thinking about that kiss, realizing that kissing a woman he likes feels like this.
Then how about making love with a woman he likes?
The Night Owl couldn't wait to give it a try.
——Sienna Johnson, wait for me!
"Master, what do we do now?"
Hydrogen had died, and Silicon had taken its place. The Night Owl turned to look at Silicon, and said, "Go to the Abyanabad Imperial Palace! It's the safest place right now!"
...
Adrian Desmond returned to the hotel and heard Marion say that Sienna Johnson was in a fit, not even having dinner.
