"Aren't you going to rescue Gong Beiming?" Chi Xiaoyu panicked.
Just then, a series of steady footsteps sounded, and a young military officer in uniform emerged with eyes as cold and sharp as those of a frost wolf.
"The eye of the typhoon will arrive in twenty minutes, it's very dangerous here. Besides, his ship exploded, the likelihood of survival is almost nonexistent."
The man's voice was commanding and deep, and behind him stood a group of expressionless soldiers with guns.
"No, he won't die! I beg you, please save him! Can you?" Chi Xiaoyu pleaded shamelessly once more.
To Chi Xiaoyu's plea, the man showed no expression, his thin lips sealed tight without further response.
"Butler Shi, this man is cold-blooded and ruthless. You have an emotional connection with Gong Beiming, please save him!" Chi Xiaoyu could only beg the freshly arrived Butler Shi.