C970 A Weak Individual

The yacht sailed in the wind and waves on the sea. The gunshots in the distance also became sporadic. Wang Fann could no longer hear the people in the sea who were still crying in pain.

However, since he had already entered the cabin, he still could not let go of this matter.

"Hey! What are you thinking about?"

Qian Xue, who was busy removing the mask on Wang Fann's face, looked at Wang Fann