C617 He Wiped the Boat

The man pushed the boat to its maximum speed. Ann Xiaomin held onto the railing with one hand and cradled the sleeping Little Fatty Bun against her chest with the other, her heart racing with anxiety.

If they didn't escape this time, it would only get harder in the future. This had to be a success; failure was not an option. She glanced at the two large ships ahead