When the ship first struck the reef, it didn't feel like much. Xiao Lin quickly dropped the iron anchor, forcing the ship to a halt. They had ventured into the reef cluster. Just as if signing an agreement, the storm subsided immediately after they hit the reef. Although the sky remained drearily gloomy, a few raindrops fell harmlessly with no wind or waves.
Xiao Lin lit a cigarette and returned to the cabin door. Inside was an enclosed space; if they were to die, it would only be in there—not him or the other one. But he was willing to bet that no one would die.
He lifted his head and glanced at the silhouette standing high up on the mast, beckoning with his finger. He wouldn't easily leave this door. If the second assassin was in there, then it was their bad luck; if outside, then it was his own misfortune.
