Keep Distance, Mr. CEO!
Chapter 598: At this moment, he seemed to have gone with her already...2

Chapter 598: Chapter 598: At this moment, he seemed to have gone with her already...2

Upon arriving at Honghaikou, what immediately came into view was the vast, abandoned container terminal overgrown with weeds. Old, discarded shipping containers were scattered everywhere, while not far from the terminal lay many derelict ships. Among them, a white cruise ship, still somewhat new-looking, was particularly conspicuous.

That must be the cruise ship they mentioned, right?

Seeing this, he quickly pulled the car to a stop, then opened the door and got out.

Just then, a gunshot rang out from the cruise ship, startling him; his face immediately turned pale...

It was an incredibly shocking yet tragic scene. The city had been shrouded in a misty drizzle all day, but at that moment, at the edge of the sky, a remnant of the setting sun appeared, blood-red like the dusk itself, casting its fiery glow across the sea surface, igniting the entire area in a burnished blaze.

In that same light, he saw someone being violently dragged down from the top deck of the cruise ship—a slim figure in a black coat and black high heels. After being pulled down, she plummeted, like a moth to a flame, towed by the person who clung to her legs, and from afar, a man’s voice of utter despair could be heard crying out, "Ye Ning, you lunatic!!"

Ye Ning, you lunatic!!

Indeed, she was a lunatic!!

He swayed, feeling darkness closing in on him, until the sound of police sirens approaching finally snapped him back to reality. He started running wildly towards the scene, "Ye Ning, you lunatic, I’m really going to kill you!!"

Yes, he was going to kill her. Rather than let her die carelessly at someone else’s hands, he would prefer to take her life himself.

But by the time he had run here in a frenzy, it was already too late. With a ’thud,’ the man below hit the ground first, landing precisely on the anchor on the dock.

As he approached, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was heard, and the rust-covered anchor brutally breached his chest, leaving behind a ghastly, triangular protrusion, exposed and terrifying to behold.

The man was impaled, and the woman who fell with him, clutching his legs, fared no better. She came crashing down, and while not pierced, her head struck the anchor with force, and as he approached, a massive pool of blood began to stream from the back of her skull.

No!

This can’t be happening!

At the sight, his knees buckled, and he found himself unable to stand, his mind wiped blank, filled only with dread.

"You... you dead woman... why do you never listen?" he stumbled forward, moving like a lifeless automaton, trying to call out her name, but all that came out were these few pallid words.

Yes, why did she never listen? Why did she never give him peace of mind?

Hearing someone speak, the woman, still somewhat conscious, lay there, slowly opening her eyes and looking up.

She saw a tall figure with a familiar presence and a scent she greatly adored. Thus, in her increasingly hazy mind, she remembered the night they parted, the night she curled in his embrace, her eyes wide open, staring at him through the darkness all night long.